Lady With the Spaghetti Hair

Hiyaaa! So, for class, we were told to create a micro-fiction piece (500 words or less) based on a picture from Lisa Rae Winant's page. Usually the only fiction I write is serious and dark because it's what I'm most comfortable with, but I decided to try and take the humorous route. Hope you enjoy it! :)

I am the lady with the spaghetti hair. Everyone stares at me and my red and white striped bandana and the spaghetti that flows from my head. I try to hide the noodles in my bandana, but it just grows and grows so quickly that it just follows behind me and rolls up into a giant, wet ball of pasta! Sometimes the children in town will follow behind me and throw meatballs at me, and some will even follow with a fork and try to take some of my spaghetti. I’ve tried to cut it off, but the more I cut, the faster and longer it grows back!

            Having spaghetti hair isn’t as fun as you’d think – I need to wash it with marinara sauce and condition with parmesan cheese, or else it gets all sticky and then it gets hard as a rock! People will sometimes tell me to look at the bright of things; “you’ll never go hungry!” “Well,” I say to them, “how would you like to eat your own hair?!” I wish I could go somewhere everyone had spaghetti hair so I wouldn’t feel so alone. Maybe I’ll take a walk and keep going until I find that place. Or, maybe, at least a place where that Lady Gaga character lives, I saw her wear a dress and shoes made out of meat.

            Yes! That is where I will go. I will walk until I find her, and we can live in our spaghetti-hair and meat-shoes world together, and no one will bother us and we can just dance!