At Ease, by Elizabeth Zahn
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.
12/11/2021 02:03:43 pm
Oh My! Better not tick off your stylist...
12/11/2021 04:30:12 pm
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.
12/11/2021 09:39:33 pm
Elizabeth, I've always thought about this. Thank you - nicely told, especially the way you ended it!
13/11/2021 12:29:25 am
And I was always so mellow at the salon. Must be sure to leave a good tip.
13/11/2021 01:14:50 am
Sent shivers down my neck and spine.
13/11/2021 06:18:34 pm
Creepy and great!
15/11/2021 04:57:52 am
Such an on-point description, Elizabeth! And I echo all the above comments.
15/11/2021 09:17:27 pm
Thank you all for reading. I love hearing that you're a bit creeped out! :)
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