Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Red Head Probs
"I'm sorry, is that real?" she says, leaning over us, pointing to Katie's head. She looks to be in her early 50's, rocking the skinny jeans and fingerless gloves, her short bleached blonde hair sticking up in tight spikes. She's talking, of course, about Katie's red hair.
After we make the usual jokes about how Katie stole it from her mom, and yes it's real, the train arrives at her stop, and she gets off with a satisfied nod, saying, "I was worried about asking, but I could tell you wouldn't mind."