Monster Neck
When I was young I never thought about my neck. It was smooth and supple like the rest of me. Now my neck is a monster. A saggy, craggy, battle damaged monster. If I pinch the skin on my neck, it stays pinched, like silly putty.
Recently I was in Target shopping for shirts. I tried one on and looked in the mirror. The image reflected back was terrifying. A dark throat cavern nestled between two angry tendons. Something you might see in a horror movie close-up. The throat of an old man who should not
have answered the door.
Photo Credit: Neil Moralee
Nice work! Love the way you create an image and then develop it such a way as to craft a story. Right on.
It’s nice to know, in a strange sort of way, that men also dislike the monster neck staring back at them. I love your ending.
I can relate!
Ouch. This one cut a little to close too home!