Flash Fiction, Short Stories

Velvet Verbosity # 378 – ‘The Happy Barber’

 

 

 

This week’s Velvet Verbosity 100-Word Story prompt is the word “Beard.”

 

BARBER POLE - CLIPARTTHE HAPPY BARBER

 

Albert, the town barber, unlocked his door to find a customer waiting.

I thought you’d never get here!” the customer said.

Albert’s eyes grew round.

Well, don’t just stand there,” the customer said, now in the chair. “Quick! Get me shaved.”

Oh … I couldn’t!  I just couldn’t !  That’s the most perfect beard I’ve ever seen.”

What!?!?

Why, it’s thick and velvety, with perfect color. Every barber longs for a customer with a beard like that to care for.  I’ll delight in trimming it for you, but I could never shave it off.”

Don’t be ridiculous!  What’s wrong with you?”

I’m sorry to upset you, M’am.  But I will not shave off your beard.”

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Author’s note: 

I’ve reached the time of my life where I’ve had to learn to deal with one of those aggravating challenges that nag at ladies in their middle age years: those confounded extra hairs that keep cropping up above our upper lips and on our lower chins. Testy little things they are, and our determination to get rid of them – and keep getting rid of them when necessary – is without limit.
There are a number of weapons in our arsenal: creams, waxes, strips, eye-brow shapers, tweezers, and any number of exfoliating gadgets sold “only on TV.” So far, no one I know has had to resort to visiting Albert (thank God), but my personal small warfare in this area has undoubtedly attributed to my whimsical take on this week’s prompt.

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Clipart courtesy of http://www.wpclipart.com/working/signs/barber_pole.png.html

 

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13 thoughts on “Velvet Verbosity # 378 – ‘The Happy Barber’”

  1. you made me chuckle. I will never forget standing in line (in my 30s!!!) for a church supper when the light apparently caught me just right and my teen daughter (!!! wicked brat) loudly announced that Mom was now growing a beard. Mortification over one stray hair. (the first of many)

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