Drabble 10

Story to feature a haircut.

Sam stood outside the salon, palms damp, breath shallow.

She pushed the door; the bell chimed politely.

The stylist’s smile was efficient, unreadable. “What are we doing today?” she asked.

Sam chewed her lip. “Something…clean? Summer-ready.”

Scissors whispered as the stylist worked with steady, quiet focus, asking only routine questions about family and holidays. She gasped as clippers buzzed gently around the edges; a warm towel soothed.

Smiling, the stylist handed her a small mirror and waited patiently.

Sam stared, and breathed out the breath she'd been holding: neat, sculpted, daringly minimal... She could get an even smaller bikini now.