Cut and Colour: Three Line Tales

 

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photo courtesy of Patrick Wittke via Unsplash

A layer of snow covered the ground when I emerged and I watched others, better prepared than I, continue to act as though this was just another day.

Their coats seem to be protecting them from the elements but mine was leaving me cold.

Perhaps I was just reacting to the hair cut and colour the woman had given me – it sure was a bad hair day.

In response to Sonya’s Prompt

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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6 Responses to Cut and Colour: Three Line Tales

  1. This one made me laugh – last week I got a haircut with a woman who used a grimy comb (did you hear me yelp?) and can’t count – asked to cut about 2 inches, she cut at least 4! She didn’t layer it either so my curls are locked into a wavy fall toward my shoulders. Ugh! I left the tip in my wallet. I won’t be returning. I bet the pony in the photo won’t be going back to her beautician either. You did write a great little story, Irene.

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  2. She does look grumpy, though I found her sad 🙂

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  3. I find it hard to believe that a woman could be responsible for such a disaster. 😀

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