New Flash Fiction: My New Haircut

Our latest flash fiction is by Romana Guillotte, an MFA Screenwriting Candidate at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. The story combines evil empires with the eternal problem of how is a girl going to get a decent haircut when her hairdresser has vanished!

My New Haircut
by Romana Guillotte

Torvn, our new evil overlord, was the first person to see my new haircut. 

I hadn’t planned it that way, it just happened, okay? 

I stepped out to the street, after paying Sophie $125, (that’s with a generous tip too), and there he was. The brutish bulk of a man - I thought he was just another Times Square performer who wandered a little too far uptown. 

“Oh, excuse me.” I tried to politely side step him, but he wasn’t having and grabbed my forearm quite forceful. I have to admit, I like a man with a good upper-body routine. 

“Sophie Myers?” He asked in an ambiguously European accent. 

I shook my head. He didn’t look to have enough hair to cut, but who am I to judge? “In there.” I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb - I’m hip like that. 

He nodded. “You will live for your services to the Empire.” Then a beat before: “Nice hair.” 

I smiled and touched it unconsciously. “Thanks.” 

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And that’s how I got this PR job for Lord Torvn. After vanquishing his enemy Sophitra - disguised as a mild-mannered hairdresser - he saw fit to promote me further. Not a bad gig. Pays right. Though now I have to find a new hairdresser.