The Day Before My Sister’s Wedding I Woke Up To Find My Hair Had Been Cut While I Slept

once cut, be replaced by anything except time.

It was gone. Chopped in uneven chunks, some sections barely chin-length, others cut so close to the scalp that the pale skin underneath showed through.

I found the evidence in the hallway trash bin before I went downstairs. Long auburn strands stuffed beneath tissues and an empty toothpaste tube, disposed continue reading …