Sunday Photo Fiction – Canasta Club

“Well, sweetie, I see you went to the same hairdresser I did.”

“Yes, wasn’t he just the bees knees?”

“I don’t know about his knees, I never got that far, but he was a handsome devil.”

“Ooh, he certainly was, and the massage while shampooing my hair, was amazing, I swear, I felt tingles!”

“Tingles? On your scalp?”

“Uh. . .never mind. I loved it, that’s all,” turning red.

The two old women joined the rest of the ladies, similarly coiffed.


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