How Do You Like My Hair

How do you like my hair? DRAHMN! She had let some fool dye it dark green. There were shiny yellow flowers poking out of it. She looked more like a Russian furze tree than a Russian furze tree. I looked at her defiant face. You don’t like it! She said. It’s not that, I told her. She said, “Well, I think it is BEAUTIFUL!” and she stomped off mad. Angry with my hesitation. My lack of words for the first time in years. It would look beautiful on the wasteland with other Furze trees, I thought. I even considered yelling that, but only for about half of a half of a fourth of a second. I hope it is not as course and furzy as it looks.