By Gloria Mazza
Brenda adjusted the silver curls in Mrs. Ferguson’s hairdo, stepped back to admire her work, and gave a thumbs up to the quiet, elderly woman.
Putting away her brush and scissors, Brenda recalled when she knew her career choice had been an utter mistake. Just a few months in, she grew to detest the banal customer chit chat, the feel of washing strange scalps, the unrealistic expectations of those who equated haircuts with miracles. But poor decision or not, the monthly bills kept coming.
“Looking good,” Brenda said, checking Mrs. Ferguson one last time as she stepped away from the coffin.
This is really nice. I relate to Brenda, and I liked being surprised by the last line. Thanks.
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nice one
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I could almost see Brenda, a mousy, quiet type: she found her place. We’ll done.
Well. Dang auto type.
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Wow! One of the best surprise endings I’ve seen in a long time. This is a winner!
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I agree. Great feeling for each character including the dead.
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