“Weird, the lights flickering,” Mandy tells Lynne, climbing out of the hairstylist’s chair.
“Let’s go, Mandy, somethings wrong.”
Down the escalator and through the automatic doors they went. “Follow the crowd,” Lynne yells, walking faster.
Once outside…darkness. Seemingly, a war zone with flashes of light illuminating the sky. The girl's throats and eyes burned as the ash rained down on them. They’re unaware a mountain’s erupting just sixty miles north of them.
Decades later the majestic mountain proudly sports a stylish flat-top cut. With the sun highlighting it’s silky, soft shine. Perfectly trimmed, restyled by something more powerful than ourselves.
“Let’s go, Mandy, somethings wrong.”
Down the escalator and through the automatic doors they went. “Follow the crowd,” Lynne yells, walking faster.
Once outside…darkness. Seemingly, a war zone with flashes of light illuminating the sky. The girl's throats and eyes burned as the ash rained down on them. They’re unaware a mountain’s erupting just sixty miles north of them.
Decades later the majestic mountain proudly sports a stylish flat-top cut. With the sun highlighting it’s silky, soft shine. Perfectly trimmed, restyled by something more powerful than ourselves.
