Just a Trim
Hyacinth was incredibly anxious. He never liked going to get his hair trimmed, but it had to be done. He had been sent to his aunt’s house for the summer after he had finished high school. It was a nice, quiet environment for him to fill out college applications and relax. She really did live out in the middle of nowhere. There was hardly any cell phone reception on her small cattle farm, and Hyacinth had to drive half an hour to go and get groceries. The town was incredibly tiny, with only a few shops and a gas station. It was a little forlorn.
And now Hyacinth was in a predicament. The bottom inch of his near knee length hair was beginning to look ragged. Hyacinth usually went to a stylist to get his hair trimmed, but there was not a single stylist in the nearby town, or the second closest one. Only traditional barbers. He had asked his aunt if she had scissors, but she had a butch cut and only owned kitchen scissors and clippers.
So that was why Hyacinth was anxious. He didn't