Friday, April 09, 2010

Old Wolves

"I though being a werewolf kept you young?" Felicia spoke aloud, scowling at her reflection in the bathroom mirror."

"Keeps you healthy, not young." Jenna called from the bedroom where she was putting on her own make-up, there not being room for two in the bathroom. Felicia small apartment was described as 'compact and bijou' in the letting agent's brochure, but that's not the term Felicia generally used. 'Poky' more like. "Haven't you ever met Mikey?"

"The one with the bike?"

"No, that's Ronny. Mikey's the old guy."

"Yes, but I thought he... you know... got changed at that age."

"Gods, no. He became a wolf when he was seventeen. In the sixties."

"So we just age as normal?"

"Not exactly." Jenna poked her head through the door and for the first time Felicia notices the first blush of grey in her friend's auburn hair. "We grow old disgracefully." She reached forward, a pair of tweezers in her hand. "You just have to remember to pull out the whiskers when they hit three inches."

6 comments:

stephanie said...

Oh no! More coffee! Love this, their easy intimacy and enjoyment with the funny. Well done.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you :)

aims said...

I like to pull mine out when they hit about a half an inch - probably a tad less - but that's when my eyes can actually see them. Some embarrassment sometimes because they show up quite easily in some light. Ahem.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Oh, I know that one!

DJ Kirkby said...

Pulling out whiskers? Noooooo owwwww!

Leatherdykeuk said...

*laughs*
We all have to, in the end.