FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 17, 2017
By Neel Anil Panicker
Mrs Pankaj rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
Another scribble on the wall. This time thankfully something a tad recognizable.
Two vertical strokes and a curved line below it.
What did that mean?
She walked into the kitchen and turned on the gas.
Nothing like some plain coffee to unclog the senses.
So they are back, their threat as alive as the morning sun.
She turned away and caught herself in the mirror.
Who says the fifties are history?
Innocent wide eyes that twinkled like the stars; a high cheek boned butter can melt bone china face that seemed to cock a snook at the passing years.
A smile crept up as a strobe of light streaked through the translucent windows and settled on the edges of her auburn all curls windswept hair.
They were her crowning glory, her pride, her joy.
It was only then that she understood.
It was them__the braid choppers.
And she, their next target.
The sauce pan hissed in the background.
She didn’t care. Her thoughts were travelling far away.
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