Story-a-Day: The Asylum

An Inmate

I’m not allowed a window or even to know what floor my room is on. The nurse comes every morning to cut my hair. She worries what I or anyone could do with a strand of my hair. It’s never occurred to her that there are consequences for cutting hair like mine. I’ve decided not to warn her. She’ll find out soon enough.

I’m so behind on everything but want to do Story-a-Day anyway.

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