The Fringe that dropped onto the floor

The person in the mirror stared back at me. Ada! What am I to do with this fringe? ... Is that person really me?...Afterall, I had this side parting for more than 2 decades. -__-


I stepped into the familiar hairdressing salon at West Mall after work.


"What do you want to do with the front, eh?" She asked me.


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"I want a short fringe, please". I said to her.


"How short?"

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"At the eyebrow level...and not too primary school kid-like, please."

(Read: straight across the face, well-cut above the eyebrow. The "pull open curtain type".)


( Fast forward )

...I reached out my hand to touch that fringe...Oooooooo... so (Pong)...Never once since primary school... Why did I ever persuade myself to cut my fringe?... It is not as if super... so why cant I...

( My mind can not seem to think properly at this point in time. )


...ada...ada...ada....



Vanity...thy name is synonymous with Female.