Jillian Chantal

The writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt flower this week. I’m still in my contemporary buried treasure story. The heroine is on her way to a barbecue.

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Since I wasn’t finding anything much that would help me, I decided to search the other last name but when my eyes caught the time at the bottom corner of my screen, I let out a squeal as it was past time for me to get ready for the barbecue. I wanted to wash my hair as I’d been sweating in the back yard and digging around the past two days. I didn’t want to go to a party full of people with hair that made me look like a nasty pig who couldn’t stay out of the mud in the sty. 

I closed my browser and dashed to the shower, taking off items of clothing as I went. I liked to let my hair air dry instead of using hot air on it but it looked like I would have to blow it dry today. “Stupid girl. Too curious for your own good.”

Once I was clean, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a Whitesnake t-shirt. It was well-loved but still in pretty good shape. It would be fun to see Luke’s face when he saw it. He’d bought it for me as a joke because he thought I would hate it. But I actually love the band. I laughed as I remembered how he almost passed out when I made a big deal over the tee and started singing their song, Straight for the Heart. His expression was priceless and I could still see it in my mind’s eye.

I put on my makeup and waited as long as I could before I dried my hair, hoping it would be dry enough not to pouf out like someone from 1959 with a bouffant, back-combed, teased hairdo. This was why I usually wanted natural drying. 

Of course, the hair ended up looking extremely poodle-like. I twisted it into a low chignon and pinned it in place. No way was I going to this party looking like that chick in Young Frankenstein after the monster and she got together. Nope. Nope. Nope. 

On my way out the door, I grabbed my Tulane sweatshirt and tied it around my waist. It would probably cool off significantly when the sun went down and I could use it for warmth. 

Outside, I grabbed a flower from the pale-yellow mum my mom had planted and tucked it into my low bun. May as well be festive with my hopefully tamed monster hair.