For the second year I decided to participate in the A-Z Blogging Challenge. Each April bloggers write for 26 days (Sundays off). Each day is a consecutive letter of the alphabet.
Today is April 17th and the Ominous letter O (appropriate considering)
This short piece is from the “In the Shadows” section of The Bench. It started with a prompt from a friend’s Flash Friday series.
I’m not sure what the pic means but I found it amusing
Occam faced himself in the mirror as he shaved.
He didn’t care for electric razors and still used a cartridge one. Not paying attention, daydreaming as usual, he nicked his philtrum. Shit. He placed the blade on the edge of the sink and stepped two paces in the windowless area, as dark and confining as a cellar, to tear several squares of toilet tissue off the roll. Back at the mirror he dabbed at the blood and again picked up the shaver to continue, vowing to pay more attention.
Noticing something amiss, he peered at the razor. It felt heavy and unwieldy in his hand. What the hell? The sword began to slash his flesh. Crimson splashed the porcelain. He watched the scene unfold in the glass.
Heart thumping fear gripped him. Over the sink, the reflected visage had been ripped to shreds, and grinned back at him like the Cheshire Cat. There must be a simple explanation….
Oozing through your O posts
Did you have to look up the meaning of Occam’s Razor? I did when I first read the prompt.