Stuck in a hair blizzard

Tony’s Mum was stunning. It was a combination of those piercing grey eyes, the shiny black hair that went on forever and the fact that she smelled like heaven. That summer she bought a new car and dragged us outside to show off as soon as she got home. As we admired it, I looked at her shining eyes and wished I were ten years older.

We went for a drive with the top down, her hair flying behind her. Tony got annoyed. ‘Tie it up will you? It’s like a blizzard back here.’

I laughed and pretended to agree.

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Title by: Blake
Story by: ‘Honest’ (Rachael Blair)

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