My Beautiful Hair – FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge is hosted by Fandango. He provides us with an image to create a blog post about.

The photograph below is from Anita Creations at DeviantArt.com.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest.

The last thing I remember, was when my wicked stepmother told me to shampoo my hair thoroughly. She screamed at me, repeatedly telling me how dirty it was. I don’t remember why it was so important to her. As I stepped out of the shower everything became hazy. I dropped to my bed unable to keep my balance.

The next thing I knew, I was alone here in the forest. I am neither frightened nor lonely. For some reason I am compelled to breath in the aroma of my hair. Each time I take a whiff of my golden locks, I am transported to a serene reality where nothing matters. Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

 

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