I had the full set—beard and moustache—all through the 1990s and shaved for the millennium.
My wife and daughter screamed.
“Grow it back,” said my wife.
“You look fat,” said my daughter.
I grew a goatee for Movember 2014. Now my wife won’t kiss me until it’s gone.
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Atop the lighthouse he gazed to sea, proud, lonely, his pitted face protected from wind-whipped raindrops by a knotted, salt-caked beard.
The barber had offered a free shave, but who’d ever heard of a beardless lighthouse keeper?
He didn’t realize… It was his own lighthouse, broadcasting to all, “Steer clear!”
This story was based on the prompt “lighthouse” at TypeTrigger.
He’d been flirting with me for months. He always tried to make eye contact, and smiled extra big, and laughed at all my jokes.
When my friends asked, I said he “wasn’t my type,” and changed the subject.
Then one day he forgot to shave, and I fell in love.
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “stubble.”