03-03-2007 02:47 AM
In his undershirt, Mike glances at the clock on the bedstand and and slides open the closet door. Nothing there. Muttering profanities, Mike presses his palms against his temples and grits his teeth. After a few moments, he paces to the laundry hamper in the corner and pulls out several pieces of clothing from the top: boxers, a lone sock, blue jeans, and a slightly rumpled shirt.
Mike drops the rest of the clothes and cracks the shirt several times in the air like a towel. He scans it for stains and blemishes, and sees nothing obvious. He starts to put it on, and then stops. He removes the shirt, holding it in front of his face, and sniffs at it gingerly. Another groan.
Suddenly, an idea -- Mike dashes to the dresser and snatches up a green bottle of spray cologne. Holding the shirt at arm's length, he sprays it with the cologne six or seven times while he shakes the shirt to distribute the fine mist. He puts the bottle down and sniffs at the shirt again. Pleased this time, he throws the shirt on and buttons it quickly. As he is adjusting his belt, the doorbell rings. He checks his zipper, glances at the bathroom mirror one last time, closes the bathroom door, and heads down the hall.
03-12-2007 12:10 AM
03-16-2007 05:36 PM
Brendan_M_Burns wroteuddenly, an idea --.
That you would need to describe in terms of face expression or some other visual term.
otherwise you were pretty consistent, methinks.
03-19-2007 09:21 PM