I wrote this for English class, we were supposed to write a short story that was only 55 words. I know its short, its supposed to be. It ended up being 53 words.
The lady held the sharp tools in her hand, me trembling. The sharp blades inched closer to my neck and closed my eyes, wishing to flee, but feeling as if I was chained to the chair.
Snip, snip. I opened my eyes, staring into the mirror and sighed. “Hmmm, I like short hair.”
