Haircute

At precisely 2:36pm on Saturday afternoon, Tarah decided to chop off 10 inches of  her hair. She debated on whether to use the wavy-edged craft scissors just to be facetious, but decided on her mother’s cute but very sharp sewing scissors. Maybe she should’ve gotten it done properly at a salon, but it wouldn’t have been as cathartic. What remained was a severe line that came down just past her ears with a couple of untameable wisps  (as usual). No longer the long flowy locks, but the edgy, shiny mane. She looked at her handiwork in the mirror and growled.