Spiky Hair

Needles looked everywhere trying to find his words - yet sensed that they were now long gone and nowhere to be found. Neither here, nor there; along with their many accompanying thoughts, these words, like others before them, had vanished too far from his mind’s reach to be able to recall them.

He splashed his face with muddy water; its red iron particles settled deep into the wrinkles crinkling his face. His eyes were aquamarine, and his pyjamas of pale blue silk. Silver-white spiky hair haloed his ancient head.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self, Second Guesses AZLANDER Series