Una hated her hair. It was short and fuzzy, and she never knew what to do with it.
It was unfortunate that she couldn’t grow it to any substantial length. She suffered from hair breakages on a regular basis, so she ended up having uneven lengths.
Today she was going to venture out and buy her very first wig. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted long, luscious curls. She wanted to feel movement. She wanted to feel feminine.
Una believed that once her hair looked en pointe, then her life would be perfect. She would find the one, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
She just needed good hair.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
