Hair Dressed

“I think bangs would look good,” remarked Steph as her scissors danced around Becky’s hair.

“Watch it!” gasped Becky as the scissors nicked her ear.

A rumble came from the basement. “Sorry,” sighed Steph. “They always get rowdy when they can smell blood.”

Shout out to the missus today for lending me a vampire illustration for this story. Once again, I was faffing about for a horror image and everybody loved her last painting, so hey, she’s back again this week. You can check her art out and say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.

Thanks to Warren for the continued $10 Patronage

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