An electric razor on tiled table

Shelby Rice



The electric razor shorts out the moment it touches her scalp.

She suppresses the growl which builds unbidden behind her throat. All she wants is a goddamn haircut.

Hit the reset button on the outlet, she manages to spit. She struggles to suppress the sparks which dance along her fingertips.

He reaches out to click the button, hands trembling. The razor begins to buzz again. This time, he avoids contact with her scalp, and the razor doesn’t fizzle out overloaded. When he finishes, she looks in the mirror and