A quiet girl, or one not so quiet when known. Long locks of brown curls, glasses. The curls fall to the floor the glasses lay forgotten on the table. The only sound heard was the razor as it completed its dirty deed, the hands holding it steady.
The girl’s hands shook. It was like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, only to settle in her heart. Funny what such a small act could cause.
What were her parents going to say?