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Driftwords – Possessed Ponytail

I’m sitting in a chair in a waiting room, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Ambient light picks out the large objects, but a pervasive, interior dusk hides the details. There’s no breeze, but creamy curtains undulate against chocolate colored walls. A woman waits with me; she walks the parameters of the room, examining each of the framed images on the four walls, one by one. She’s wearing a long skirt in an autumnal color that dissolves into the walls, and a sweater that blends into the curtains. Dark blonde hair is gathered into a braided ponytail that falls to her waist. I never see her face. As she studies a framed photo across from me, the ponytail slowly lifts itself from her back. The plait moves like a serpent’s body, fat, muscular, and glossy. The tuft of hair at the end of the braid becomes the creatures head. Three feet from its source, the tuft has become dry and brittle; filled with split, fractured hairs. Moving sinuously, the braid curls itself into the shape of a “S”, lifting perpendicularly off the woman’s body. It flexes and relaxes, body rippling, the strands of the plait reflecting fragments of the meager light. The tuft of hair appears to take in the contents of the room – random furniture, scattered magazines, me. The only thing it ignores is the woman to whom it is attached. She, similarly, seems unaware of her cohabitant. She continues her measured progression around the room, her skirt swaying slightly with her movements. I watch the rippling braid, trying not to get caught staring.

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