The Bride

Today I saw a thin, wan young woman smoking a cigarette outside a hair salon. Her hair was in curlers and under a cap, to protect it from the humidity and the heat. Over her shoulders she wore a beige stylist’s smock, and on her feet high heels.

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One Response to The Bride

  1. occamyoung says:

    This was the day I reset my life.

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