Hair - Flash Fiction
I noticed that she played with her hair every five minutes. I wasn't sure if she hated her long red hair, or perhaps she was just nervous. Yet, as we talked about her new book, Katherina continued to twist, pull, and flip her hair as I asked her question after question. She looked at me directly with a stare that said - I want to listen to everything you say. I want you to know that I am here, fully present for you and nothing else. Before I had this interview with her, I was engaged in a fight with my soon to be ex boyfriend, Paul. He was getting tired of me always doing things without him, yet I told him time and time again that he was more than welcome to come with me. He then stated that my literary friends acted all snooty around him just because he hadn't published a book. I quietly replied that he was still one of the best playwrights in the country, but that wasn't enough for him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to still live with me, and by then I needed to get out