Monday, February 18, 2008
I woke up to the most incredible feeling of dread. In those few moments of re-orientation while reaching consciousness, the full force of what had happened last night hit me. I ran my fingers along the side of my head, feeling the faint stubble on my fingertips and hardly believing what I had done.
"Ah, well, what's done is done," I sighed to myself, getting out of bed.
I grabbed my hairbrush and went to look in the mirror on the closet door. As I stood there brushing the remains of my hair -- the right side -- to a glossy sheen, I had to admit that it was rather striking as a look, although strange.
Just then Janie got back from her shower and saw me. She gasped, and her eyes opened wide behind her thick glasses.
"Oh, my heck!" she exclaimed, horrified. "What did you do to your hair?" Read the rest of the story ->
Posted by C. L. Hanson at 9:18 PM