“Look, miss, I’m going to have to cut your hair to do this. Is that all right?”
She smiled at him from her upside-down, bent-over position, so he took that as a yes. He found an old pair of garden shears and took a hunk of her hair, gathered it into a rough ponytail, and hacked it off.
A pair of mountain bluebirds flew out from where the nest of hair had been.
Rated PG. Contains non-explicit sex, accidental assault, and geological scatology.