Category: six sentence story

The First Haircut

Clip, clip, clip the scissors snipped as long curls fell to the floor, and the strands of blonde bounced into short, puffy curls, dancing on the little boy’s scalp; Giggling as he watched the lengths of hair fall to the floor, Jeremy reached for his treat, a lollipop, a big circle of swirls with enough hardened sugar to keep him awake until dawn.

“Not yet, Jeremy, honey, you have to wait until she’s done, unless you want a hairy lollipop, one you’d have to throw away,” said his grandmother. Frowning, but understanding, Jeremy placed his hands on his knees and patted them, in a self-soothing, but impatient manner.

“Mother! What have you done?” Jeremy’s mother cried as she saw Jeremy, sans his long curls, and bearing a huge sucker, along with a red stained chin.

“Honey, don’t fret or be upset, it was time for Jeremy to have his first haircut; his hair was to his shoulders and was getting all tangled up, not to mention his being teased by the other kids in his class; it was just the right time,” Jeremy’s grandmother assured his mother.

“The thing is,” Jeremy’s mother stated, with tears streaming down her face, “I was waiting for his daddy to return home from the war, so he could be here for his first haircut, and I know, it’s been a good while, but it was my hope and, well, I know you understand, as maybe it was too much to ask…” and that was when Jeremy’s grandmother showed her the video of his first haircut and they prepared it to send to his daddy and all was well in their little world again.

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This is my response to the lovely Denise’s prompt “CLIP” for the Six Sentence Story.

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Bundled in a blue blanket, the infant looked up at the officer with the biggest, bluest eyes, cooing for a moment, with what seemed like an appeal for being held, which the officer took as an invitation. Carrying the baby into the station, cradling his head and jostling him, the officer rang the desk dell, summoning the assistance of Maisie, the one truly trusted woman he knew who would be best to entrust this little, sweet bundle.

“Lester, can’t you see I’m too busy for your shenanigans this morning…” Looking straight at the blue bundle, Maisie’s eyes softened, “well, now what do we have here, look at this beautiful child, and what’s this paper, is it a note?” A scroll of paper was tucked under the baby’s shirt and the note read:

PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF WILLIAM AS I AM UNABLE TO DO SO, HE IS ALL OF ONE MONTH OLD, A GOOD BABY, HE DESERVES BETTER THAN WHAT I CAN DO, HIS FATHER ABANDONED US AND I HAVE NO FUNDS TO CARRY ON

Maisie looked into Lester’s eyes and he return that glisten, leaving the infant with Maisie, he set out to investigate, hoping to find the mother who left the child at the station, and help her set up a better foundation for her to raise her son, and if not, well, he and Maisie knew what they needed to do.

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Melanie Myers was a regular customer at the Ms Petite Boutique as they had clothing she preferred, simple, but stylish, not too overstated, but in fashion. Small in stature but a bit rounder than she cared to be, Melanie often felt overwhelmed when her usual size would fit snugly around her waist. “Oh, gee, it must be the last few days with all the events,” she would say, knowing this was not true, but she was too embarrassed to share that it was the chocolate eclairs with that perfect cream which kept her mind pre-occupied, although she did not imbibe in many, she had a hard time keeping her weight down.

As Melanie dragged home to her lovely apartment, she dropped her shopping bags and plopped in her easy chair, summoning Erika for some tea, she sat and pondered about what to do about her weight. At age 83, was she really caring if she gained a few pounds and what about the fact that they make clothes in larger sizes to accommodate her comfort. An epiphany struck her faster than Erika could bring her tea and grabbing her purse, she headed back out the door, to the Ms Petite Boutique to buy the prettiest outfit she could find in just the size that was comfortable for her frame, as she thought to herself, I deserve to live in comfort and I deserve those eclairs.

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