Pulling Up Stakes
Brimley Circus had pounded into Dunville weeks ago. Hank was anxious for the hubbub to leave. It had drained his barbershop of customers, the whole town filing into the blaring big-top.
So he was surprised when the bearded lady huffed through the door and perched on his chair. She leaned back, closing her eyes. “Shave it off.”
Afterwards, he could honestly say she looked lovely.
She paid cash and smiled. “People dream of running away and joining the circus.”Just outside the door, she glanced at the commotion, turned the other way, and strolled into the evening.