It was blond and a little more than shoulder-length. Walking behind her, she noticed the woman’s hair and stopped by the corner of the street. The hair reminded her of someone, someone she had known. I haven’t seen her in a long time. I know close to nothing about her life.Once we confided in each other. Now everything is a far away secret. Her hair is genuinely blond, the same as this woman’s. She doesn’t need to get a dye job to keep it that way or anything.
Tags: memories of lost people