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.
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February 2011. Originally written as part of the Three Word Wednesday challenge that featured on the Reading and Writing by Pub Light blog. (You're given three words that you have to incorporate into short story) Later included in Microstory a Week.
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