This Time
by Tabitha Dial
She gathered her hair and slid it into a barrette. “This time it’ll be better.”
A huge bump of hair stood up and laughed at her. She looked in the mirror.
“This time he’ll say how beautiful I am.”
She pulled her hair out of the barrette. She smoothed her hair and tried again. “This time he’ll say how beautiful I am and then … then he will treat me like I am beautiful.”
The bump had only moved. She snapped the barrette open and threw her head down, brushing and pulling at her hair. She tried again.
“This time he won’t desert me.”
She opened the barrette with her teeth.
“This time I won’t desert myself.”
She gathered her hair and slid it into the barrette.
“This time it’ll be better.”
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