A Short Story: The Pixie
It had taken a few years to achieve a hair length that was elbow-level. Every day, I would wash it with care and thoughtfulness, though I never really bothered putting so much effort into styling it. I liked my hair just the way it was. One day, I was feeling incredibly invincible, a little scared, but pumped up nonetheless. Without hesitation, I tucked my phone inside my bag, booked a cab and headed to a place where I know my spontaneity would now etch a new, crazy memory in my head. Prior to this, I had already saved dozens of photos of the looks that I'd wanted, now pinned on my Pinterest page. I'd received nonstop motivation from my fiancee, giving me that boost of confidence to finally make it happen. When I did reach my destination, it took me a moment to step inside the building. I took a deep inhale, held the door handle on my hand, and pushed open the door as I made my way inside the little shop. Now, the fun begins. I've just gotten my hair shampo...