Cora pushed her hair from her eyes and examined the eighteen-inch-high white neon letters, all capitals, floating dead center in the display windows; the left window, PSYCHIC, the right window, BARBER. Even though they seemed a matched set, Cora was certain they weren’t meant to be read together; they couldn’t be.
Since Tuesday, when she first spotted the signs on her way to work, the notion had consumed her. She had taken any little opportunity to walk past the shop, always on the other side of the street, of course.
Cora had never been an impulsive person, not for a single day of her twenty-seven years. So, most of the folks in the small Ohio town where she had taught for five years were convinced she had lost her mind, when she announced that she was moving to Seattle.
“You have taken leave of your senses,” Emma Huber said. “Moving clear across the country.” That had been the Thursday before Cora left town; Emma had been her landlady.
No,” Cora replied. “I just need something different.”
But, until Tuesday, Seattle hadn’t turned out to be that different from Ohio. Classes. Meetings. A movie or a book, and bed. The neon signs called to her, now, offering mystery; today she would be bold and find adventure.
A chime sounded as she entered; a real bell set on a spring above the door. Inside, one wall was mirrored, the other lined with chrome and leather chairs. There was no one in the place, other than a pleasant-looking fellow, in a white tunic, who stood beside the lone barber’s chair, holding a full black bib.
“Hello, Miss Winchell,” he said. “My name is Gideon.”
“How do you know my name?” Cora asked. Gideon pointed toward the window with the tip of his shears.
“Come on,” he replied. “Wouldn’t be much of a psychic, if I didn’t.” He pointed with the scissors again. “You’ve come to get rid of that mop.”
“Well–”
“Sit down. I know just what you need.”
Gideon snapped the bib open, waving it before him as if he were a matador, and, in a rush, Cora was settled into his chair, bib snugged under her chin and clipped into place behind her neck.
“It’s been forever since I was in a barber shop,” she said. “When–”
“When you were a tyke, your daddy used to take you along when he went to see–what was that fellow’s name?” Gideon turned her away from the mirror and began to work.
She smiled, remembering Saturday mornings, snuggled in the special chair just her size, listening to the snip of the scissors and the men talking.
“His name was Myron.”
“That’s the fellow,” Gideon said. “Dark hair and a big nose. Had to stand on a box to cut your daddy’s hair.
“How–”
“Come on,” Gideon said. Interrupting.
He snipped away and after a time, the bell chimed. A young man entered; tall and a bit pudgy, but nice-looking nevertheless. When he spotted Cora in the chair, he see-sawed to a stop, one hand still on the doorknob.
“Don’t be bashful,” Gideon said. He didn’t stop cutting.
“Am I early?” the young man asked.
“Nope. Eleven-thirty, just like I told you on the phone,” Gideon replied. “Take a load off, while I finish the lady.” Gideon pointed to the seat opposite the barber chair; the young man settled in and glanced about the shop.
“Any magazines?” he asked. Cora liked his voice; it sounded like home.
“Nope,” Gideon said. Still working. “That’s what’s wrong with the world these days. Folks don’t talk anymore.” Gideon set the comb and scissors aside and took up a brush and spray bottle.
“Take you two,” he said. “If you had your nose in a magazine, you’d never know you and the young lady are both from Ohio.”
“How–”
“And you’d never know she teaches English and you write books, or that you both could eat Thai food for a week and never get tired of it.” Cora and the young man looked at each other, both speechless.
“Daniel Scribner, this is Cora Winchell,” Gideon said. “Miss Winchell, Mr. Scribner.” They both said ‘how do you do’ at the same time and then laughed together.
“Okay,” Gideon said. “That’ll do it.” He twisted the bib away and held out his hand, helping Cora from the chair.
Cora twirled before the mirror, admiring her new haircut. It was short and full; framing her face as if it were a picture. She decided the cut brought out her eyes and the high roundness of her cheeks; she liked it. In the glass, Daniel was watching, smiling. She decided she liked that, too. Gideon waved to Daniel and the young man slid past Cora, into the chair.
“Just a little off the sides?” Gideon asked.
“How did you know?” Daniel replied.
“Come on,” Gideon said. “Wouldn’t be much of a barber, if I didn’t.” He reached to turn the chair, but Daniel held up his hand. It shook, ever so slightly.
“Miss Winchell,” he said. “Would you have lunch with me today? There’s a little Thai place just up the block.”
“Yes, Mr. Scribner.” Cora wondered who was speaking for her. “I’d like that.”
“Sit for a spell, then,” Gideon said. “Be done in a jiffy.” Cora settled in to wait, and the click of the scissors filled the shop. Then, Gideon whisked the bib away and Daniel stood, reaching for his wallet.
“How much?” he asked.
“Yes, Gideon,” Cora said. “What do I owe you?” Gideon waved away their questions.
“On the house,” he said. He slid his comb into a tunic pocket. “Consider them introductory cuts.”
K.C. Ball is a retired newspaper reporter and media relations coordinator. She lives in Seattle, a stone’s throw from Puget Sound, with the love of her life and two demanding cats. She writes because if she doesn’t she’ll just burst.
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31 Responses to “I MUST TO THE BARBER’S CHAIR • by K.C. Ball”
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September 1st, 2008 at 12:39 am
Hi, KC, I liked this a lot. Gideon is one of my favourite names too, so you had me hooked almost from the start. Loved, “Cora liked his voice; it sounded like home.” Good work.
September 1st, 2008 at 12:59 am
Good story, probably my favourite of yours.
September 1st, 2008 at 1:49 am
Ha. According to tradition, he’ll be turning them into pies soon enough.
September 1st, 2008 at 3:34 am
What a glorious story. I want the number of that barber!!! Well-constructed and perfectly balanced. Well done, K C. I loved it! 5* for me.
September 1st, 2008 at 4:00 am
A real smiler, with a laugh at the end!
Bonnie!
September 1st, 2008 at 5:09 am
KC, that was definately one of my favorites that I’ve seen on the site – so simple and, yet, so powerful. It’s the last line that makes it click. 5 from me!
September 1st, 2008 at 5:42 am
Book me in!
September 1st, 2008 at 6:03 am
Nice, but somehow the ending left me feeling unsatisfied. The last line just didn’t seem to fit, or to tie things up.
September 1st, 2008 at 6:07 am
Loved it, K.C. Clever and witty. Great dialogue. Thanks for the fun read.
September 1st, 2008 at 6:36 am
Great story!
September 1st, 2008 at 7:13 am
Great story with great characters. I loved them instantly. And you put in such great details for characterization — unique and descriptive. I wish I could find my own psychic barber!
September 1st, 2008 at 7:29 am
Aand at least they know where to go for something for the weekend
Younger people will not understand that reference maybe… Great story!
September 1st, 2008 at 7:46 am
[...] lot of familiar names (authors who always deliver), and some new names, as well. K.C. Ball’s “I Must to the Barber’s Chair” is out today, and you should definitely pop over and read it, because it’s [...]
September 1st, 2008 at 7:52 am
You don’t ever disappoint, KC. Charming!
September 1st, 2008 at 8:07 am
Thank you all for the kind words; I am in your debt.
Barber’s Chair is atypical for me. My writing gravitates toward satire or mayhem, sometimes together. In fact, this piece is so out of character for me, that when my partner, Rachael, read it, she deadpanned, “What? Nobody died?”
So I am particularly pleased that Jordan and Camille liked this tale well enough to publish it. As Sarah would say, I am so chuffed!
BTW, the neon signs that start Cora on her adventure are real and glowing in West Seattle. Unfortunately, in the real world, and upon examination in the light of day, it can be seen that they belong to two different side-by-side shops.
Too bad; the world could use more barbers like Gideon.
K.C.
September 1st, 2008 at 9:04 am
Nice, KC! The fact that the signs are actually for two different shops makes no difference – it’s the fact that they came together in your imagination that counts, for you as the writer and for us as the readers.
September 1st, 2008 at 9:10 am
Interesting subject and different. I like it a lot. Hope to read more from you.
September 1st, 2008 at 10:09 am
Great job, KC!
–dj
September 1st, 2008 at 10:44 am
Introductory cuts!! Zzzzzzing!
Very lovely story, K.C. I know some folks like Gideon.
Love it. *5*
September 1st, 2008 at 7:10 pm
Quel amusant!
September 1st, 2008 at 10:10 pm
Very enjoyable, KC. Murder and mayhem is fun, but every now and then one needs a whiff of nice and innocent, like something out of a Frank Capra film.
September 2nd, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Excellent story. I really could picture the whole thing, it was descriptive, but not overwhelmingly so. Fantastic work!
September 2nd, 2008 at 7:33 pm
Oh, so good. I was smiling the whole time.
September 13th, 2008 at 8:25 pm
Great story, really enjoyed reading it.
September 23rd, 2008 at 9:31 pm
one of my favorites, thanks for the great story.
October 13th, 2008 at 12:47 pm
This is a great story, it describes a person in all of us who dares to try something different and in this case, learns a bit about themselves along the way.
Keep up the good work
June 17th, 2009 at 9:16 am
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August 23rd, 2009 at 11:42 am
I just ran across this wonderful story on the day I installed the “Psychic” in my window above my “Barber” sign. It was purchased so now my window truly reads “Psychic Barber”. Tell me what you want to know ~ Rick
August 24th, 2009 at 12:39 am
Rick:
Thanks for the comment. I’ve seen you new sign and love it! Maybe I’ll stop by some day and say hello.
K.C.
August 24th, 2009 at 1:23 pm
K.C. ~ I would be pleased to meet you. Stop by anytime. The sign has evolved and taken on a bit of a life of it’s own. It’s a bit silly but fun. Woohoo! ~ Rick
October 26th, 2009 at 2:30 pm
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