October 26th: The Hairdresser of Dreams

 
Fallen, yellow leaves on black asphalt. Overlaid text: "#drabbletober".
 

Day 26 of my drabble-a-day challenge! Here is today’s drabble:


The Hairdresser of Dreams

"They got me a new job."

"Maybe they made you look smarter, feel more confident. But you got yourself the job."

"They got Charlie a record deal."

"No, they make his hair look good when he was headbanging onstage."

"Try."

She went, she sat in their chair.

"Haircuts won't fix anything."

They asked anyway.

"I want to be free. I don't want to be part of this unfair system."

When she left, the wind lifted the ticklish new ends of her hair. She ran into it, and the tickles ran right down her arms, faster and faster, until she flew.


I have never bought into the idea that a haircut can be transformative.

I have long, straight hair which can be trimmed by any moderately competent human in around five minutes. Like many long-haired people, I have found hairdressers to be scissor-happy menaces who are best avoided.