Sunday, July 05, 2009

Face Recognition

Face Recognition

*) 400 words

*) Write about recognizing a person’s face


I had climbed the same three steps three times. This was more of a task then it sounds, for the winter gifted a horrible snowstorm the day previously, those steps were more ice then all of Alaska. He knew I was coming, I could see him moving about in the kitchen off to the single story house’s right window. The yellow ceiling light bled onto the smooth blues of the drifts of his front lawn, his shadow cut a huge swatch as he moved from the kitchen to, I would later learn, to the small coffee table he used to serve dinner.
Lasagna. I knew he was going to make lasagna.
I stepped down the three steps again and looked at the rental. I could turn back now. My friends were having a shindig not too far away at their house. I knew everyone there. I knew I would have a guaranteed good time.
But I made a promise to this stranger. I would meet them, at least once, this New Year’s. One date at his house.
The shadow darted faster then before when I rang the doorbell, after going back up those three steps.
The light from inside flooded the doorway and framed his huge torso before me. I did not have to look up very far. He was my height. He had perfectly round glasses, a contradiction to rectangle face. His hair gene was not borne yet, for his coif was equal on all sides, proof that he had no cares about the quality of his ‘do. The ears framed his hair, but they were smooth and to his head. His nose was also nothing to brag about, a mere place for his glasses.
But the smile was perpetual.
His bottom lip seemed to underline that smile, like some kind of emphasis. It was larger then the top lip. The teeth were slightly crooked, but not minded due to their shine and sheen. The eyes also figured their way out from behind the glasses’ lenses, a sharp blue-gray that I would later find had the ability to make you confess.
The smile reflected more light. It was too cute to be annoying.
I recognized this face. It was the face of someone who would be my best friend ever.

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