Whilst walking down a breezy back-alley I met Stuart, leaning into the wind with his hand on his head. “Hi Stu” I said sticking out my hand to give his a shake. He took his hand from his head in order to respond, and suddenly his hair took flight. I turned to see where it had gone and saw it darting back in our direction with four scampering legs poking out of it! An old fellow was tottering behind shouting “Tinkerbelle, heel girl, heel”. Stu joined the chase in pursuit of his crowning glory. I wonder if he got it back!
Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Jan Marler Morrill for the photo.