The Barber- plastoflippancy

it was another sunny shiny day. i went to make a haircut where i have been going for the last couple of years.

the barber name was Jon. an oridnary looking guy in his fourty years.

he dont talk much but has a nice smile.

Jon never talk about his family or his younger life , I thought to myself while i was on the way.

” hello there” jon said , “the reguler haircut?”

i said yes and jon closed the door behind.

this time the barber shop was empty, this never happend before but i tought maybe because its late.

as Jon cut my hair, i thought about his family again and that i know nothing about him so i decide to ask him

“where you live” i asked.

“right here” jon said after a short silence.

he pointed with his finger to the closed door behind me.

i was feeling shivers. i asked him “do you have a family?”

“no, i killed them all” he said with a smile on his face.

” i am kidding” he said after he saw my terrified eyes.

i knew it wasnt true but the way he said it, i was little scared.

after the longest 30 minutes of my life, jon finished my haircut.

“you want to see my home?” he asked, “only for few minutes” he added.

“No, i cant, i have to write a book for my school for tommorow” i mumbled with fright.

“ok i understand” he said with a smile on his face.

i got up, took my wallet out to pay him. BOOOM! my head smacked the floor. i felt it , the cold steel in my flesh.

it was his sccisors that made the hole in my heart. before i passed out from losing blood, the last thing i saw

was that smile again.. if i could go back in time i am never ever gonna cut my hair again.. the end.