ENRICOSO

AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
KARL BRYAN VINGSON
III LAVOISIER

A long time ago, I met this person in a dark alley. He was an interesting man. He had eyes so deep that you think you were going to be sucked in. His eyes were so mesmerizing and hypnotizing. He had a nose so thin and slender that you would think you could snap it in two like a twig. He had eyebrows so bushy that you would feel like it was a miniature Amazon forest. He had thick and generous lips that matched his face. His hair was the blackest black you could ever find. It flowed magnificently above his shoulders. It only grew from the back of his head, leaving the top of his head bare and dry like the desert. Though it was empty, the top of his head shined so bright in that dark alley. He had a neck so thin; it could barely support his head. But of all these unique features he possessed, the tiny star-like birthmark he had on his left cheek would forever be engraved in my brain. Who is this man? I do not know. They say that he appears only to those who have seen someone die. But one thing I could tell you about him is his name. There tattooed on his neck that reads ENRICOSO. After meeting him, I never saw him ever again.