The mirror was brutal. Wrinkles around the eyes, follicles missing near his part, the skin around his neck was loose, chicken like. He shook his head and muttered, "damn". Soft, warm, female hands reached around his waist and moist, full lips kissed the middle of his back. "What is it, baby?" she asked. "Nothing," he said dishonestly. He walked over to the shower and turned on the water. She knew what to say. "You know what makes me wild and crazy? The thought of growing old with you." Vanity lost this battle, he prepared for the war.
*blogger's note* This is my entry for @velvetverbosity 's 100 word challenge this week at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ . The one word prompt is WILD.
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