Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Haircut





This was his big break. There was no shame in working your way up he thought, the limelight couldn’t be very far off, the prestige, the glory. Foolishness. He looked around, really took it all in, he realized there was no way to survive the thrumming din of the environment. The speakers blared with its unbalanced bass and the machines blew less hot air than the incessant chatter of the hen-like women. He registered the failure light blinking in his mind, in fact it glared red. He had no choice but to plot his escape.