What was the word she was looking for? Annoyed? Upset?
Horrified? Yes, that was it!
What had she been thinking? Why did she let herself get talked into this harebrained idea?! It was all that Trisha’s fault! Smart, suave, cool Trisha who had all the answers.
Never in a million years had she anticipated this.
Sunita almost sobbed as she saw what had been done to her lovely locks. They were all gone and had given way to a ridiculous cut that was neither stylish nor suitable to her face!
Never again would she let that Trisha suggest a hairdresser!
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.