Her hair rose like a careful helmet, brown waves shellacked into prayerful stillness. She rode the bus smiling politely, beady eyes skimming passengers while pretending to gaze out the windows. At my stop, a gust blew through the door. Her hair did not move. Instead, somewhere inside it, something whistled.
Maria Tass has a degree in Psychology and her work has appeared in Gray & Granite Magazine. Based in Toronto, she revels in the city’s secondhand shops and hidden laneways where the strange and beautiful converge.
Loved this
I just loved this!!!
What a great little story — I’d love to see it illustrated!
Loved
A throw back to the 60s. Once a week back combed and frozen. So well done.
Very tactile and interesting story. Economical use of words, and an ending that allows for some interpretation. Highly enjoyable and set my day off right.