A Childhood Prank

“The doorbell rang.  And that’s how it happened,” Jemma says to her friend calmly.  “That’s how I turned into a psychic.”

“With a doorbell?” her friend asks.

“Not just a doorbell, but a childhood prank gone wrong.  A simple thing.  Ring the bell and run.  Except it didn’t turn out to be so simple.”

“What happened?”

“Ice and snow happened.  Winter break and a child’s stupidity happened, ” Jemma says and smiles mysteriously.

“But no one can tell the future,” her friend protests.

“It’s about to start snowing,” Jemma says with confidence.

Outside the coffee shop, snow began to fall.

Today’s post is linked up to the Red Writing Hood prompt over at Write on Edge.  The prompt?  Holidays and a doorbell.  Visit and give the other bloggers some holiday cheer!

About Me

There Once Was A Girl

A whisper, “Medusa.”

Muffled snickers and laughs I barely hear and try to ignore.

Again, a whisper, “Medusa, can I rat your hair?” from the person sitting behind me in class.

I wonder again why I was born with ugly, wild, dark, untamed, curly hair.  Why couldn’t I have been born with straight, BLONDE hair like my classmates?

I’m reluctant, but in the spirit of cooperation let them rat my hair.

I sit on the floor as my Dad blow dries my hair.  I hate having my hair blow dried.  I hate that my scalp is tender and hurts when he tries to brush it.

I know it’s 20 degrees outside or colder and I can’t go to bed with wet hair.  But I don’t like it.

The brush gets tangled and finally the handle breaks off.  The next day, Dad insists that I get a short haircut.

There was a little girl who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead

When she was good, she was very, very good,

And when she was bad she was horrid.

– Mother Goose

I remember my Nana quoting this to me one day as a small child.  I assume it was a day when I tended toward horrid rather than good yet I don’t remember the reason just the rhyme.

It was very appropriate for both my hair and my attitude.

Sweating I take a break from dancing and walk toward the club entrance for some air.

Some guy, “Your hair is gorgeous.”

Me, “Thanks.”

Guy, “I’ll pay you $400 if you let me videotape while I cut it.”

Me, “Umm…no thanks.”

young girl with curly hair
Cute, huh?

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