Flash Fiction Friday – Changes

I’m totally not gonna comment on how dead my blog’s been lately. Nope. Not gonna do it. Here’s today’s Dixit card that I’m using for a flash fiction prompt:

And here’s what I came up with:

The scissor was heavy in her hand. She ran a fingertip along the blade, felt the bite of it’s sharpness. There’d be no going back…
She knew just how people would react. The looks of shock at the news, the whispers when they were digested. The disgust, the derision, the “I’m not surprised. She always seemed really unstable to me.”. None of it would surprise her. Her friends would bear the brunt of it. The family might be able to understand why, but her friends never would.
Her hand trembled as she raised it, and the scissor was cold against her neck. Her long tresses were wrapped into a braid that reached her tailbone. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The slow ripping noise made her scalp itch, and the light thud on the tiles made her smile. Suddenly, she felt much lighter.

I don’t know why I went that way with it, to be honest. I usually tend to want to be too literal with my Dixit prompts which makes it a bit hard sometimes since the illustrations are so weird, so it was nice to get an idea that was more allegorical.