💈Thursday's Dresden's

I’m thrilled to share that my flash fiction piece, Thursday’s Dresden’s, has been selected as the winner of Shooter Literary Magazine’s April Flash Fiction Contest!

You can read the full story here: Thursday’s Dresden’s​.

Back when I had hair, I'd sometimes try to sneak in a haircut when I had a free half-hour between activities. I’d book online, even though barbershop reservations always tended to feel more like suggestions than guarantees.

But still, I loved it: the banter, chit-chat, and snipping clippers. Older guys in folding chairs flipping through magazines. The way time unspooled. And if I tapped my foot and watched the clock and checked my phone, already rushing to the next thing, I'd miss the magic.

I once had a barber—straight-edge razor at my throat—say:

"There's only three people who ever get this close to you in your life: your doctor, your lover, and your barber."

I'm not sure it's true, but it stuck with me: the intimacy of it.

This story came from that space.

Enjoy—and if it stirs up a memory or feeling, I’d love to hear it. That’s my favorite part of sharing stories.

Cheers,

Jacksón