There was a grave chill in the air. It ran down Bonnie’s dress wrapping itself around everyone of the little, invisible blonde hairs that covered her body. It was easy to forget that the human body was covered, or supposed to be, with little fine hairs to provide sensory context and feels. It didn’t help that women especially were trained to not have body hair, causing most of them to suppress the fact all together. As Bonnie made her way through the graveyard toward the church, there was no way should could forget about her body hairs as they all stood at attention brushing against her clothing. If she hadn’t been witnessing the events her eyes were locked onto, she wouldn’t believe it was happening.
Gregor McGillicutty was at a loss. He just didn’t know what to do with himself. The weather was horrible and he wasn’t able to proceed with his usual routine. Usually there was nothing that could hold him back from his daily activities, but today there was. This upset Gregor deeply. In trying to make the…
He could tell you how many cracks the sidewalk on East Elm had, and how many steps until he reached an older brown building that made Gregor think of funny looking carpets and business men in strange suits.
Right before his mind fully immersed in sleep he saw a pair of beautiful gray eyes and a burst of peacock blue. When Gregor woke, he felt as though he had been in the midst of a dream, and found that his hand was sprawled across his bed as if it were reaching for something that would never return.
Gregor McGillicutty was walking home from work one day when his top hat flew away. There was nothing exceptional about his cocoa brown felt top hat, other than it was the only one that fit on his head. Not being the type to run, Gregor hustled as best he could to save his hat from a nearby looming puddle.