Stories are Falling Out of Me – Day 271 – Hair

This morning I was trying to put my hair in a bun. I explained to my dad that my hair says to me “No I don’t want to be a conformist” as I try to tie it up. He laughed and told me that stories were taking over my life- seeping into my speech- I couldn’t help but make them up. I was chuffed with this observation. Which gave me an idea for a story obviously…

The stories fell out of her

Most would writhe around on the carpet

Gasping then slumping

Piling up on top of one another

Occasionally one would stand up

She’d watch it nimbly stepping over the others

Watch it walk out the door

Perhaps it would even make it into the wild

 

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