COSMIC WORSHIP - Part 1 or 3
Snip, snip. The silver shears sliced through the long ropes of brown hair. Snip snip snip. The dark current unraveled from across his eyes. Charles Switch watched the people on the street as they passed by the large window of Franken Brothers Barbershop. He looked down and saw the noon sun trace the tufts of hair as they fell to the pale speckled floor. An old radio in the corner wept out “Midnight Love in the Summer” by Richard Blair. Marty Franken, as he introduced himself, stood and nodded. Diving back into his work, he started making small talk. “I'm really glad you're ditching this gawd awful lanky ‘do.” A thick accent gelled over his words. “It just isn't right, my hair was never like this.” His voice rippled with concern. Marty Franken replied with a grunt and continued cutting at his long drab hair. The low whir of the barber pole could be heard outside. Inside, the shop was empty, just the two men casually chatting. Never would I let my hair get this long...