10-2-17

“Have I always had a thick mustache?” Gill thought. The down on her lip had been licked by frost and announced itself loudly in the mirror. She hadn’t properly looked at her face since she was 18 and full of concern. Back then, there was a wee lump on her cheekbone that seemed to cover a strange truth. Was there a mustache? She sang to herself as she walked back in time to check.