October 2024 Flash Lit 6:2 - Stuck in Their Hair

Zell sighed.  What a mess.  It was going to take forever to clean it up.  Even longer, if she didn’t get started.

Fine.  For the moment, she would ignore the disaster that was her hair.  She plucked a basket of fruit off the floor and put it on her table.  Ditto the cat food and the newspaper.  There was a scattering of junk mail, mostly promoting events Zell wasn’t going to go to or products she didn’t need.  The cat himself had made a nest in the clothes freshly back from the laundry.  He was affronted at being evicted.

 

“Go ahead and tell the old hag,” Zell said.

 

He stalked off, tail high and disdainful.

 

“Now,” Zell said to herself, “I just have to get the rest of this stuff out of my hair.”  She surveyed the tower room crowded with yards of tangled blonde hair.