Dirk Blaise looked hard into the mirror to check the crow's feet around his eyes. "Time for another tuck, Dirk baby," he muttered, as he continued to brush dye onto the canescent patches around his temples. "Or they won't be casting you as the varlet much longer."
He smiled his youngest-looking grin, revealing his newly re-whitened teeth.
"You CAN still pass as the juvenile lead," he asseverated, at the face that grimaced back at him.
But his reflection looked unconvinced.
Copyright ©2012 MorningAJ. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
This story was originally published on the Jobbing Writer site on February 11, 2012.
If you like this story, check out these other Morning AJ stories, published on this site: Disguise, Earwig, Helen's dilemma and Jetsam.
MorningAJ is a professional (science PR) writer/rebel who fends off the restrictions of her paid-for work by creating short stories, poems and microfiction in her spare time. She’s even managed a novel, thanks to NaNoWriMo, and is currently working on her second.
She also paints watercolours.