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Kohl

By Ghillie Kitten
February 22, 2008

“Are you sure about this, Jack?” Will asked, looking at the stick in his hand and wondered if he would be better off just enduring the bright glare of the sun reflected on the water.

“Of course. It works for me, doesn’t it?”

Will wasn’t convinced, but put the oiled stick into the black powder anyway, and against his better judgment brought it up to his lower eyelid.

“You want to get it closer to your eye than that.”

Will shot Jack a look of pure horror, but figured he had trusted him so far, and there was no point in stopping now, so moved the stick to an uncomfortably close distance. Placing the stick on his skin, he started to apply the powder. His eyes – both of them – began to water and the muscles and skin around his eye twitched involuntarily at the light touch of the stick and he fought to keep from jerking his whole head away.

When he was finally done he picked up the mirror on the table to inspect the damage, and although he was relieved to see that his eye was still intact, the uneven black smudge under his eye was less than encouraging. He sighed and reached for the damp cloth to wipe away his attempt to use kohl.

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