She stops shampooing.
She read somewhere that it strips away her oils and she thinks she needs those. Probably.
At the same time she stops shampooing, she does one last clean out. Dumping all of the dirty laundry onto the front porch along with twenty cans aftershave. She's not heartless so she leaves them in an old cardboard box. She sends one last message, flops onto the couch and figures that it's really up to him whether he gets here before the garbage men do.
YOU ARE READING
How to Survive Without Washing your Hair and Eventually, Without Him
Short Story"We're done" blares on the screen. His last text was sent two days ago. A whole forty-eight hours, and to be honest, she doesn't know what to do next.
