They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but if you were unlucky enough to focus your gaze on my nose you’d struggle to find a single redeeming feature in it. I’ve got nostrils the size of caves,… Continue Reading
It sat just above Norman’s navel and seemed to wink each time he sneezed. Round, brown, and an inch across, it protruded from his woolly abdomen like a leather button on a Harris tweed, and he hated it. As a… Continue Reading
The nose on my face is rare, perhaps historical. It’s a little fleshy and has a bit of a hook. It’s from my mother’s side although she hasn’t worn it since she was four. The last one to wear it,… Continue Reading
Gwen was at her wits’ end. Mother was going in for a Modification… again. “Are you absolutely certain you want to do this, Mother? It’s so extreme.” Candace Chesterwood tossed a stack of silk handkerchiefs and a lavender pomade into… Continue Reading