Literature
Physical Illusion
York ran a hand through his dark hair, still slick from the recent shower, to clear it from his eyes. Craning his neck, he ran the green disposable razor along the underside of his jaw with careful precision to keep from cutting himself. He managed despite the pregnant time between now and his last shave, leaving smooth, clean skin in its wake. The last of the shaving cream disappeared, signaling the completion of the final bit of terrain to clear - his jaw was now free of all stubble.
What do you think, D? he asked, the question posed to seemingly no one until the small, green figure projected itself from the helmet resting on t