Tuesday, 16 March 2010

hirsute: covered with hair or bristles.

I lay back on the pavement, blood clotting around my eyes. A gentle tingle rumbled all over my body, back and forth, up and down, like a million pixies beckoning me into the darkness. The drizzle swelled over me, drenching my clothing milimetre by milimetre. A snuffling sound started at my crotch, pushing in with wisps of air. It traced its way up my limp collection of flesh. A hirsute nose reached my face, jabbering out its sniffs, before one deep sigh. The dog paused.

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