Day 19 Flash Fiction Marathon: Write a life story in three separate scenes involving hair.
1975
Mommy, I don't want a hair cut. I want my hair to be long.
1995
I really need to get a hair cut. It takes forever to dry. Like the French writer Collette, I can sit on it. Maybe just to the bottom of my shoulders.
2021
Please be quick to shave my head. Yes, I'm donating my hair to the company that makes wigs for people with chemo. I've a label for where you can send it. I'm starting chemo next week myself, and I have a certificate for a wig. Most of my life, I've had long, long hair. Maybe a pixie style. Wait. What about that wig over there? No, I am serious. It's perfect.
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