Selina

Translated with google

 (sorry for the missed pictures, I don`t know how insert the pictures)

 

Selina

 

 

All images are AI-generated and are not intended to depict real people.

I wrote the story myself, without the use of AI.

 

 

Selina is standing in the bathroom, working a comb through her thick, black hair. She has just showered and washed her hair thoroughly.

She actually has to do this every day, as she works as a waitress in a diner and smells like it after her shift.

It isn’t her dream job, but most customers are polite and occasionally even offer a smile. She is very friendly toward her customers, too—even though she finds it genuinely difficult with some of them.

She’s finally done it. Her side part is perfectly in place—that matters to her. Now, just the blow-dryer and brush. She loves the feeling of her very thick, chest-length hair brushing against her back. At home and on her days off, she almost always wears her hair down.

 

It is so lovely when the wind blows through her hair, even though brushing it out afterwards is always quite a chore.

She tosses her thick mane of hair back and checks her reflection.

Selina is pleased as she looks at herself in the mirror.

She is not a tall beauty—rather short and pleasantly plump, though not fat.

 

 

Perhaps that is the reason she still lives alone.

Lately, however, Adam has been making advances.

He is constantly touching her; once, he even buried his face in her loose hair from behind. He claimed he had stumbled.

Selina forces a smile. She takes a thick lock of her hair and brushes it across his face. Unfortunately, she doesn’t see Kelly shooting her a venomous look.

Adam even dated Kelly for quite a while.

Kelly was a classmate, a spoiled brat from a wealthy family.

Glossy black hair, always cut precisely at shoulder length—sometimes with a side part, sometimes with a center part.

A hairdresser would come to their home every four weeks.

“If you can afford it.”

But it’s been at least two weeks since she and Adam broke up.

This week, she’s on the late shift at the diner.

She is standing in front of the mirror again, brushing her hair into her work hairstyle—a high ponytail.

 

 

It is 11:45 p.m., just before the end of the shift. Selina is already starting to wipe down the tables. A couple is still sitting at the very back.

But they have finished their meal and will be leaving soon.

Selina has already sent her colleague home.

“I can handle the rest on my own. Go ahead and leave.”

 

A new customer enters the diner.

She sits at the counter.

“Hi, I’m Selina—what can I get for you?” Selina asks, wearing her usual smile.

 

 

“Hi, I’m Laura and I’d like a cheeseburger and a large Coke, please.”

“I’m sorry, our kitchen’s already closed.”

“That’s a shame, I’m really hungry.”

“If you have a moment, I’ll make you a sandwich.”

 

“That would be great. I just came from a client; it took a little longer than expected.” “So late? Insurance or investment advisor?”

 

“Neither. I’m a hairdresser and I make house calls.”

“Cutting hair at this hour?”

“The client was suddenly called in for an important appointment tomorrow and asked if I could touch up her bob and A-line cut.” Laura groans with a smile.

“The things we do for our clients. I did a bit of trimming and cleaned up the hair on her neck and nape.”

“Just a moment—I’ve got someone else,” she says as I start packing up my tools.

She calls her daughter, a 17-year-old girl with a long brown ponytail.

The two of them have been arguing endlessly.

The woman grabs the ponytail and says:

“I warned you—if your grades don’t improve, that comes off!”

She looks at me and nods. I don’t need to be told twice.

My straight razor was still lying open on the table.

Two quick cuts, and the ponytail is off.

She really bawled her eyes out. Everything cut to a uniform chin length using a comb and clippers—and that was it.

I did the math when it came time to pay.

Between the drive, the A-line cut, and the shaving, it came to $50; the young lady’s cut would be free, provided I got to keep the ponytail.

She hands me the $50 and presses the braid into my hand.

“By the way, how much do you charge just for a trim?” Selina asks.

“Can I take a look?” Laura reaches for Selina’s braid. “It’s so thick and so tight.”

Selina smiles. “I really take good care of it.”

Laura holds the end of the braid up to her face.

“A trim is more than overdue for this.”

“I know, but on the one hand, hairdressers have become so expensive, and on the other, I’m really scared of it. A friend of mine went to the hairdresser recently.

She asked for five centimeters off, but ended up losing nearly fifteen.”

Laura laughs.

“I know the feeling; somehow, some hairdressers seem to use different units of measurement.”

“Straight cut or rounded?” “Straight is fine for me.”

“I’d say $10.” “Really? That’s all?”

Laura nods. “When would work for you?”

“I’m on the early shift next week, so I finish at 2:00 p.m.”

“Good, then I’ll come here on Wednesday and we can head over to your place.”

While paying, Laura discreetly slips her another bill and says quietly,

“Thanks for the service—even though it was late, you were still friendly.”

Later, in the changing room, Selina unfolds the bill.

“$10! Wow!” She’s never received a tip like that before.

 

When Laura walks into the diner on Wednesday, Selina nearly drops her tray.

“My goodness, what happened to you?”

 

 

“I wanted something new and exciting. Actually, I wanted it even shorter.

A bowl cut—cut all the way around starting from the bangs, with everything underneath shaved nice and smooth. But they don’t do that kind of cut here at the salon. They didn’t even shave the back of my neck. It’s all stubbly.”

Well, that’s how things have turned out. Can we go?

 

Back at Selina’s apartment, she heads straight for the bathroom. She undoes her ponytail and brushes out her mane of black hair. Laura watches her, grinning.

“I don’t have much time, though,” Laura says.

“I have to catch a flight today for a special assignment.”

“A special assignment?” “Yeah, they’re always very lucrative.

Usually, I get hired by women to lure their husbands away from their mistresses.”

“And how do you do that?” Selina asks. “I have my methods.”

 

Selina sits on a kitchen chair and fans her magnificent hair out over the backrest. Laura stands in front of her. “Now look me in the eye.”

“You’re only going to cut a tiny bit, right?” Selina asks uncertainly.

“Don’t worry. No more than I have to. And now, watch my outstretched finger very closely.”

After a few seconds, Selina is sitting on the chair, looking as if she were asleep.

“Selina, sit up straight and open your eyes.” She does so.

“Now tilt your head back.”

Laura picks up her clippers and, grinning, snaps the 3mm guard onto the blade. She stands behind Selina and loosely ties back her hair. The motor hums as she places the clippers against Selina’s forehead.

 

Two hours later, an alarm clock rings, and Selina is instantly snapped back to the here and now. Her head feels so cold. Her hands reach up to touch her hair. Nothing! Panicked, she runs to the bathroom mirror.

She sees her head—nothing but black stubble, just 3 mm long!

She runs into the kitchen. No Laura! No hair! Everything is gone!

 

 

A sheet of paper lay before her.

“If you go to the police and file a report, I’m sure your mother and sister would look forward to a visit from me.

And then just picture the scene: the two of them standing at your door.”

Both of them not only had their hair shorn, but also had freshly shaved bald heads!

 

 

The doorbell makes her start.

She opens the door a crack. It’s Adam.

She can’t let him in, but he won’t take no for an answer. Finally, she gives in.

They sit together in the kitchen.

“That was Kelly’s doing! That bitch!” Adam rants loudly, pulling Selina into his arms. His hand strokes her shorn head.

“Feels good,” he says softly and kisses her.

 

Laura is sitting on a plane, on her way to a different place and a different assignment.