She sprayed a watered-down setting solution on the curlers and moved to sit in front of the woman, gently taking each hand and working lotion into the parchment-paper skin while they waited for the solution to dry.
She kissed the wrinkled cheek. "You're always beautiful to me, Grandma."
This post is my response to a prompt from Write On Edge to write about hair. This is a fictional story - coming off 30 days of fast and furious writing for NaNoWriMo, it was nice to settle back into the stricter craft of a short story!
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