Aesthetic short stories

Cut my hair

I walked into the hair cutting place and sat down into a chair.

"Ma'am, you have such long pretty hair. You sure you want to cut it?"

I bit my lip.

"Yes."

She took the sisccors and cut off an inch of hair.

She flounced it and smiled.

"Shorter." I say.

3 inches cut off.

"Is that ok?" She asked.

Tears in my eyes, i respond;

"Shorter. So no one can grab it again."