Polyester Blonde

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Your spy gear didn't extend beyond the blonde wig draped across your head.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, but at least you were able to get the leftover burrito out of your teeth. You cajoled the small piece of rice with your fingernail and snapped the pocket mirror shut. You were pretending to be someone else, but at least you could have good teeth while doing so.

A soccer ball hit your leg and you kicked it back with an intentional aim. It went off stray to the left, your intention stronger than your skills. You were never going to be a famous soccer player.

You were never going to be a good spy either. Snapping the mirror open again you adjusted the tacky wig. No one who wasn’t high on something would think it was real hair, but you weren’t going to splash out more than a few bucks. If your boyfriend wanted you to come here and spy on his sister then he should be the one forking out for the fancy wig and a high-end handbag while he’s at it.

Of course his sister probably wasn’t doing anything dodgy, she had a well-established job at the dog groomer’s. You weren’t even sure what dodgy activities you were meant to be looking out for; drugs? A secret lover? Trading chihuahuas under the table?

She wasn’t even here. The burrito was playing up in your stomach and you weren’t sure the wig would stay on if you had to rush. You loved that man you called a boyfriend but you weren’t going to throw up in a park bathroom for him.

Maybe it was time to pack it all up and go home. Who cares if the girl was running a cult.

You turned back towards the carpark, resigning to surrender. There she was suddenly, pulling a fluff pup out of her car. Panicked you sprinted to the nearest tree and stuck yourself behind it.

Dog in her arms, she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and placed it on the ground. The fluff paused for a second, as if poised like an invincible trout. Then it was off, running straight for the tree you were hiding behind.

You faltered, you couldn’t run faster than an excited dog. A wig was no match for a pup.

The mass of fluff pounded against your legs, and with no choice, you bent down to welcome it. You had no highly unbelievable fabrication in mind.

The sister walked up to you and smiled.

“You trying out blonde?”


“Don’t, it doesn’t suit your complexion. Come on, you need a good run.” She coaxed a smile as the dog followed her away.

You stood there, mouth as wide as an open packet of chips. You still had no idea what was going on. All it looked liked was a girl taking her dog out.

You tore the wig off your head. If you were going to look like a fool, at least you could do it without a shiny polyester blonde.

Submitted: January 11, 2021

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Funny. Liked the trout.

Mon, January 11th, 2021 9:14am


Thanks so much for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Also, thanks for becoming a fan!

Mon, January 11th, 2021 3:33am


Short and sweet. Funny, too.
The only real gripe I have with it is that I really want to know what happens next.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 11:09pm


Thanks so much for reading. I wrote this for a challenge with a really small word count so I couldn't expand on it more then but I may go back and add a a more solid ending now.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 3:48pm


Quite funny. Supposedly leaving your readers wanting more is a good thing... and I definitely come away from this hungry. The ending is such a tease. No questions answered, more created.

It's a small thing but your summary is perfect. I never know what to put there on smaller stories.

Sun, June 5th, 2022 6:14pm


Thank you very much. I usually struggle with summaries for short stories, but I try to sat as little as possible

Thu, June 9th, 2022 11:34pm

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