TITLE: ASHER LOCKE AND THE KNIGHTS OF ARCADIA
GENRE: MG Fantasy
Asher couldn't help smiling as he turned the water on. He could practically feel a beard pushing itself out of his chin. He squeezed the button on the top of the can and a splash of foam exploded out with a loud pffft!
He stared at the shaving cream bottle for a second before he remembered. Gotta shake it. Duh.
A few good jiggles later and his entire face was lathered up. He looked like a curly-haired Santa Claus. Without the gut.
The straight razor made a satisfying snikt as Asher freed the blade from its metal handle. He adjusted his little finger on the curvy end and dragged the razor down his cheek. A trail of freshly shaved skin appeared beneath the thick layer of shaving cream. Piece of cake. He slid the blade under the running water to knock off the bunched up foam.
Round two. Fight.
He used his free hand to wipe a white blob away from his nostril and pulled the blade down again.
A white-hot pinch of pain seared his chin and Asher sucked in a quick breath, dropping the razor in the sink. A bead of blood welled up under his lower lip. He splashed water over his face as the last bit of shaving cream burped down the drain.
He picked up the suds-covered blade and washed it off. Just holding his dad's old razor was a kick in the gut.