He decided to grow a moustache because he knew she loved them. He nurtured it carefully, at first trimming it himself. Then, when she made what he took to be a disparaging remark about stray hairs tickling her lips when they kissed, he started going to the Grooming Club, a barber’s with the traditional red, white and blue rotating pole mounted above the shop façade.
Moustache is my favourite sort of story to write. Short-short and sweet. I’m pleased that it was accepted by Steve Campbell and published in Ellipsis Zine on 19 June 2020.
You can read the full story here.