A little bit of nonsense about what I get up to when I’m working away from home.

 
 
I’m sitting in the bathroom of my hotel room; the illuminated magnifying mirror lit and in position. I look at my face, studying my eye brow closely.

Which one?

This one. Its just a little tidying. I aim the tweezers carefully, selecting the innocent, almost invisible hair. I release it and look again. No. Its fine, no one will ever notice.

Its going to go!

The tweezers go in again, they know their target now, and get a good grip. Looking in the mirror I gently start to apply pressure. Nothing happens. I increase the force; the tweezers move away from the skin I can see the hair stretching.

Its coming out!

I pull harder with triumph, the tweezers move quickly away from my face. Yes!

No.

The hair is still there, looking a little twisted, battle hardened maybe.

Hurumph!

Once more the tweezers go in. I grip hard, my knuckles lightening with the effort. There will be no prisoners this time. I pull, again I see the hair appear between skin and tweezer, is it slipping again? It must be, there is so much of it. Undeterred, I grip harder and pull. It slides out.

Theeeeow!

I look at the folicle. How deep is the root on that? It must have gone down to my skull!
I study my face again. I can’t see where the hair was. I can’t see any difference.

Good.

If I can’t see the difference when I know what I have done, no one else will. I’ll be safe from embarrassment.

I can’t see any difference and that makes me sad.

Audrey Cooper
October 2009.