Her hair offends me the most. To wear it so black and still appear cheerful. Almost a bowl-cut but a bowl-cut from the trendiest bowl. And those glasses that frame her eyes like they are a priceless pair hanging in the Tate Modern. Framed so I’ll notice them, or they’ll notice me.
I know these evil wishes can sprout legs and hurry back to bite me - but for now I’ll bless them and send them on their way, with an address, a map and a deadline.
I hope she spends her days dry and childless. I hope she is widowed young - the wrong side of forty five. I hope one leg develops a drag that sends her round in circles. I hope her hair curls.
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Oooh! Cracker!
You hope her hair curls? Oh, that's evil. That is EVIL.
Hstred is an energy.
(To misquote Mr Lydon.)
now now hold the horse, that's fantastic energi leakage there, please, only do the words.
PS. sorry about the delete, had to :)
Love this. Brilliant ending. Love the flood of energy in this.
As someone who has never had curls, the curse of suddenly having them would be a dream come true!
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