Barber Novels & Stories

It was neat, low-maintenance, and would look sharp for the pageant forms he had to collect afterward. The barber worked quickly. In under fifteen minutes, the boyish shagginess was gone, replaced by a crisp, clean cut that made Sean look more polished and tidier. He ran a hand over his newly shorn neck, gave a satisfied nod in the mirror, and was already heading for the door. "Thanks, it's great," he appreciated quickly. "Let's go, Andrea," he said, his mind already back in his father's room and on the next task ahead.

Something simple, well-fitted, and appropriate for the occasion. When the cashier told him the price, Ethan paid without hesitation. The money left his savings account, but he didn't regret it. For once, he wanted to attend a Harrington event without feeling like he had borrowed his place there, so he went to the saloon and got a haircut. The barber trimmed his hair neatly and cleaned up the edges. When Ethan looked into the mirror afterward, he almost didn't recognize how different a small change could make him look. Not richer, not more powerful. Just sharper.

Even while refusing, his eyes didn't leave the mirror. The short man did a good job on her hair, giving her a low cut. In no time,, she got her perfect look back. She blew air out of her mouth as the cover clothe was removed from her, but when she stood, she was surprised to see outside. Blizzard is happening again just like last night. "You might have to stay back for some hours. You can't drive in a blizzard, it's a death call." the boss barber said. "Get me a cigar box, you know what I smoke." Madden ordered, not moving an inch.

The barber, taken aback by the unexpected reaction, visibly shrunk back in fear. Quickly coming to the rescue, Augustine stepped in between Aeron and the barber. With a warm smile that matched his soothing voice, Augustine assured the barber, "Don't worry, my friend. Aeron here has been living amidst animals, so sudden noises can catch him off guard. But he's harmless, I promise."

"... What I wanted to ask was, could you find me a barber. It's just another of those minor luxuries that..." Rising from my seat, I cut him short. "Done." ***** It does, in fact, get Klempner out of the bed, but propped up by cushions, he relaxes back into a revolving chair. The hairdresser, in his thirties, trendy, and rather obviously gay, hovers over him. "How would you like it, sir?" "Just shorter and tidier. Whatever's the style for the local men of my age around here." "Very good, sir. And the beard?"

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”

The other one spoke too, “I won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So, I was wondering the same.” I checked my schedule on my phone and saw that I had a small window of time between appointments. But for that, I needed to sacrifice my coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb and pointed towards the barber chair. I started working on his hair first. The shorter one was still waiting patiently. As I worked on the man’s hair, I couldn't help but think of the Greek God I had met.

All of them look the same no matter if they are eighteen or forty five. Someone waves from a table in the back, next to the cramped dance floor. I wave back before gesturing toward the bar. The bartender is an old sleepy man with a pot belly and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He has an obvious bald spot that he tries his best to hide with the thin gray hair.

Ignacio replied. The barber nodded, bringing in his equipment. Laying it on the dress table on the the far right of the table. Ignacio sat down... in front of the mirror. "What can I do?" "A buzz cut, just shape the edges.. something that looks good. That shapes my face well." "Alright.. that's easy. Infact you already made my job easy but don't tell Garreth because he is my best paying customer." He joked. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me, bud." Ignacio laughed, genuinely. It felt good, he felt good. For the first time in forever he felt as if he wasn't fucking up his life. He liked this direction. He was grateful for having been given a second chance

“You look like you actually have one.” “You just cut off my beard,” Thaelen said through his teeth because the barber was still finishing the job. The barber’s eyes jerked up from his scissors and flicked between Thaelen to Sigrid, before hastily finishing up, using his brush to dust the stray hairs from Thaelen’s shirt, before retreating into the group of servants who attended them. “Well, I ordered it done,” she corrected, smugly. “It was overgrown.”