Grotesque

by Natsuo Kirino

Marriage? No. I never gave it a moment’s thought. I’m really proud to be a middle-aged, part-time, unattached freelancer.

I wasn’t fazed by cold winds or anything of the sort. After all, I’d just come back from taking care of business in an open field. I doubt you could do anything like that, you former beauty. Slut!

The wind blew his hair back off his face and I could see he had a receding hairline. Go figure: a handsome enough face but balding!