Six Sentence Story

I’d had enough with beauty shops. It seems they start and never stop! I went in for just a trim and then, it seemed I’d entered a tattoo den. Every consultant pierced and tatted, not that the look ever seemed to matter. It’s just after I sat down they started working my hair crown. Cut, and curler fried consequences, my graying scalp red dyed, scared to look in the mirror, I averted my eyes. Suddenly done and done they gleefully chimed, and I sheepishly looked and couldn’t deny, I looked gorgeous!


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