This is my entry in this week’s Friday Flash 55, hosted by G-Man. The idea is to write any story you like in 55 words (no more, no fewer) then tell G-Man by leaving a comment on his Flash 55 post. Go visit, and enjoy some real 55 deliciousness.
Bad Hair Day
Every morning, it was the same old dilemma. She looked in the ancient crackled mirror and sighed. It was hopeless. Try as she may to tame her locks, they had minds of their own and were always astray.
When your name’s Medusa, every day is a bad hair day.
Best you look the other way.