Magic Curls

Flash Fiction

Magic Curls

“You’re going to regret this,” Sandy said.

Jane looked up, still holding the scissors in her hand. “I am sick of dealing with this hair every day! Just because my mother loves long hair, and Nancy looks wonderful in her long hair, doesn’t mean I need long hair.”

“But you look wonderful in long hair too…” Sandy said.

“I don’t want to look wonderful. I want to be able to comb my hair in the morning, without pain, and have it last all day! Nancy’s hair is straight as a stick! My hair is natural curly. That may sound good, but it’s torture! Every piece of hair curls around every other piece of hair. My head always hurts after I try to comb my stupid hair! It was worse when Mom combed it. She would just say ‘stop fidgeting’ as if I was just in a hurry. It’s a wonder I had any scalp left.

“Alright, I won’t stop you, if you will let me comb it out now, and take a picture of how you look to other people with your naturally curly hair. Deal?”

Jane looked up, “Promise?”

Sandy took the scissors, and grabbed a brush and comb off the table. “I’ll be gentle.”

As she slowly untangled some places with her fingers, she used the ‘hold clumps in your palm’ process to get the ends untangled and then slowly ran the comb higher and higher as she moved her fist further up the tangling parts.

“What did you just do?” Jane asked.

“I combed your hair.”

“It didn’t hurt… teach me what you just did!!”

Jane kept her long curls. The girls grew up and they started their own hair salon. Even though Janes hair was straight as a stick, they named it “Magic Curls.”