Sunday, May 6, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday – Willow in the Desert (WIP)

     He was male in memory only now, the alien changes making him genderless.  He still wore clothing, though the stifling heat of the day and frigid cold of the night meant nothing to him at this late stage of the Becoming.  Tufts of sandy brown hair sprang in bereft bunches from his nearly bald elongated pate.  Where his nose had once existed, there now only remained a nub.  His mouth had taken on the pursed droopiness that was the beginning of a bloodsucking siphon.  A single dagger fang erupting from his upper gum peeked out from time to time as he spoke.  

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