Haircut

A mundane yet magical encounter

Photo by Luka Davitadze on Unsplash

I hear a razor harshly buzzing from a distance.

My make-shift home office for a month does not help me concentrate.

My noise-cancelling buds fail.

The device churns out noises from a Zoom call, but I set it aside and follow my distraction.

Tiny hairs are scattered across the floor.

My mom motions the razor through the sides and deep ends of my stepdad’s hair.

His eyebrows meet but he is patient.

She does the job like nothing else matters in the world.

I stare at the view, for the first time, attentive and completely absorbed.

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