Lacey made all her clothes, not caring for shopping mall bargains. There were exactly thirty-seven stitches in her sleeve hem; wound string was better, but human hair would do in a pinch. Of course, Lacey didn’t have long hair. Fortunately, living in a big city, who would notice the snip-snip of silver scissors that she always carried? The hair was harder to hide than her blades. She used to loop it through her belt loops until her dog ate it. That was a long story to relay to the vet. So, like her garments, she snipped and patched the truth.
Jenny Logan
26/2/2023 03:24:20 pm
Flipping heck, Emma, I hope Lacey stays away from my head of hair! Great story, well told.
Cheryl Snell
2/3/2023 07:29:11 pm
Well told! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Comments are closed.
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