(Page 1 of 2) Haircut by James MacEachernSUMMARY: This is my entry of the User Name Flash Fiction contest. I hope you like it, the idea was fun, but 1000 word cap is nasty.
BERRRR BERRRR BERRRR.
The alarm went off, he heard it, but chose to ignore. Sadly, alarm clocks have infinite patience and Chris was forced out of bed. He moved sluggishly to the washroom, and in front of the mirror. Running a hand over his bald head he thought aloud. "I need a haircut." Grabbing his face cloth Chris thought of what he should do . As he thought his hands turned on the faucets, soaked the cloth and applied some soap. He washed and dried his face, then toweled off.
Maybe I'll see a movie, he bent over and scrubbed between his toes with his face cloth. There must be something good to see, he toweled off and went back to his bedroom. Chris walked to the side of his bed and flipped his mattress up. The hinges creaked but held up the mattress as he selected his clothes from inside the bed. He dressed quickly, gave himself a cursory check in the mirror and left.
His car waited on the side of the street, he smiled every time he saw it, no lease or nothing. Owned, his. Fishing for the keys Chris strolled to the trunk, unlock it and climbed in. After a bit of twisting and turning he was seated and put on his safety belt. A console sat before him, the swimming goggles that connected to the periscope rested on it and to the right was the power lever. The car engine roared to life as he lifted the lever and the wheel extended from the console. Once his goggles were on Chris was able to see his street and started driving to the barber shop. Technically it was a salon, but Chris wouldn't say he used a salon, so it was a barber shop.
He stopped at a red light and looked at the car beside him. A pretty blonde sat behind the wheel, she looked over and smiled as there eyes locked. Chris smiled back, encouraged that she hadn't looked away. The moment stretched on to long and he broke the contact. Looking over her car he noticed that none of her tires had there lug nuts on.
"Excuse me."
"Yes" The women responded, still looking at him.
"Your tires, they have no nuts!"
The women's smile faltered. "Yes well, I'm allergic you see. I could die."
His cheeks reddened. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's alright, I've had this problem my whole life."
The light turned green and the cars parted.
The barber shop had revolving doors, he went around twice before entering. A large desk took up most of his immediate area. Behind it were four cubicles that had tubes running up from them into a large glass ball on the ceiling. Inside the ball was hair, lots of it. Chris wasn't sure at first, but the large letters, "The Hairball" confirmed it. A fifth tube was attached to The Hairball and moved around, but Chris couldn't see why.
"Need a hair cut?" The women at the desk asked. She smiled too, but it was a fake.
"Is it obvious?" He asked rubbing his head again.
"Well this is the place. First booth on your right."
"Thanks."
As he rounded the desk he was able to see what the mystery hose was connected to. A dog. A pug dog by the look of him, except his tail ran up into The Hairball and he didn't have a pug nose.
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