FREAKIN' FRECKLES
Challenge of the week: Use a number in your story.
It's the end of the old year and Dean's reflecting on one of the more important things in life; his freckles. Dean's POV, rated T for one slightly naughty word.
A story in three 100-word drabbles
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Dean or his freckles that is.
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Chapter 1
Thirty-seven.
That's the exact number of freckles that stare back at me from across my nose every time I look in the mirror.
And I hate each and every one of them.
I know it's exactly thirty-seven, because I've counted them regularly ever since I was twelve in the hope that they'd disappear as I grew up.
And of course, I could never be that lucky.
Because, really, who has freckles?
Ten-year-old girls, that's who. Girls with pigtails and skipping ropes; not badass monster hunters with a marksman's eye and more testosterone than an elk rut.
Thirty-freakin'-seven.
It's official ... freckles suck.
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tbc