Friday, August 13, 2010
Sasha put her face right up into Elise's and smiled. Her eyes seemed to almost poke out of their sockets - greeny brown with enthusiasm. Her mouth was full of skew whiff tipsy teeth, white and crowded and leaning intimately together. Her breath smelt of tea leaves. Sasha's face - triangular with round cheeks and a nose that pointed up – was always dwarfed by her magnificent head of curly hair. Though long, this didn't stop it falling in waves and whorls all around her. It seemed to have its own rhythm and life. Elise could almost imagine it having its own social life. And she smiled back into the face of her friend.