Everyone surrendered to the shampoo girl. It was universal she learned. They followed her down the narrow hall, back to the lonely sink room away from the bustling shop. Caped up, they lean back in the chair, tilt their heads exposing their necks, and close their eyes. She feels them unwind and surrender as she scrubs and massages. They’re lulled by her touch, the creamy, coconut scent and the warm water. Here, they didn’t think about their vulnerability. But she did.
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Pamela Kennedy
12/11/2021 02:03:43 pm
Oh My! Better not tick off your stylist...
Don Tassone
12/11/2021 04:30:12 pm
Yikes! 😳
Peggy Gerber
12/11/2021 04:35:33 pm
It is kind of amazing how trusting we all are. And we all are.
Candace Arthuria Williams
12/11/2021 09:14:42 pm
I think I'll wear a surgical collar if I ever get over my pandemic fears. Never thought of the minimum wage shampooer as Sweeney Todd. Obviously you did, Elizabeth.
Cindy Patrick
12/11/2021 09:39:33 pm
Elizabeth, I've always thought about this. Thank you - nicely told, especially the way you ended it!
Jennifer Duncan
13/11/2021 12:29:25 am
And I was always so mellow at the salon. Must be sure to leave a good tip.
Sue Clayton
13/11/2021 01:14:50 am
Sent shivers down my neck and spine.
priscilla smith
13/11/2021 06:18:34 pm
Creepy and great!
Dee Lorraine
15/11/2021 04:57:52 am
Such an on-point description, Elizabeth! And I echo all the above comments.
Elizabeth Zahn
15/11/2021 09:17:27 pm
Thank you all for reading. I love hearing that you're a bit creeped out! :) Comments are closed.
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