She stared in the mirror, one hand holding the ends of her hair, the other running a brush as gently as possible over its knotted curls; sparks crackled green and sharp, and she didn’t want to burn down the apartment complex.
Her boss had emailed to tell her that with acceptable levels of vaccination, restructuring of office workspaces, and lifting of Federal and State public health guidelines, it was time to come back to their sophisticated high-end shop, present and in person, and recapture the market.
Her time of working remotely from home had revealed strange new powers at the same time that her job sales and their accompanying commissions had declined to almost nothing.
She was certain that her new powers were directly related to her hair; it loved being uncut and unstyled, and the danger she saw in the green sparks as she brushed was nothing to the growing vitality she felt as it grew, inch by luxuriant inch.
But really, she looked more like a green-eyed wild woman than the tony, cultured sales consultant the customers demanded to see if they were going to pay her what she used to make, before the pandemic and subsequent economic crash.
Was cutting her hair to conform and be solvent a greater gain, than letting it spark loose and powerful in ways she had yet to fully understand?
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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