A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky

Clearly Hannah had not read the package properly. Surely she could not have been going for Ronald McDonald red. Poor thing. Look at her trying to smooth that mop down. She probably used a henna. Another victim.

Henna was gaining steam in our beautiful sloping valley town of Highburn. It was showing up in prominent places on pharmacy store shelves. Somebody should put a big sign disclaimer with this stuff. Will make you look like a clown. Not for DIY. But, I guess that wouldn’t help sales much, so fat chance of that happening. I guess it’s my job to educate the masses. Danna Rosanna Fishborn, hair rehabilitator. So what? I’m twelve. I’ve got this. I’ve been fixin’ hair since about as long as I can remember. Mamma owns a salon, and that’s pretty much where I grew up. Mamma’s pretty much steered clear of henna applications at the salon. She says you can’t trust that natural stuff, especially if you’ve gone chemical before. And by all accounts, seeing what I see day in and day out on the streets of Highburn, I don’t disagree with her.

Hannah seems not to be doing much except fighting with her bicycle, though I seriously feel with that hair color she could get by with a unicycle. Or stilts. Continue reading →