Barber Novels & Stories

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

He raised an eyebrow after making a decision. He went to a barber after asking the cook where he could find one. The man almost dropped his scissors when Adrian walked in. He was a striking figure; his presence was intimidating. "How can I help you?" the man asked nervously. "I want to cut my hair a little." When the cut was finished, the strands reached his shoulders. Still long. But in a different way. More modern. More... free. Adrian observed his own reflection. He looked different. He touched the ends of his hair, assessing.

"It's just something I do on the side anyway. I wouldn't say its my true passion." "Yes, of course. Your true passion, aside from being a model and a kick ass fighter that is," I teased. "What is your 'true passion' pray tell?" "Nah, you're going to laugh." I straightened. "Try me." "Well..being a barber has always been my dream job. I know, it's weird.." I cut him short. "No, its not. I mean it's what you like doing, so what the hell? Go for it."

When they arrived in Berlin, Kate sought out a celebrity barber through the recommendation of a social media influencer whom she followed online. George, the Senegalese-born barber came to the hotel where Tony and Kate were staying and he gave Tony a trendy fade haircut and reshaped his beard. By the time George was done with Tony, he looked 33 instead of 53. “My goodness! I barely recognize myself,” Tony laughed when he finally got a look at himself in the bathroom mirror.

“Like, completely bald? Or are we talking a buzz cut?” “Bald,” Ryan repeats. “All of it. Gone.” The barber, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair named Joe, sets down his clipper and crosses his arms. “You got some sort of condition I need to know about? Cancer? Alopecia?” “No,” Ryan says. “I’m fine. I don’t need a pity session. Just shave my head.” Joe hesitates, then shrugs. “It’s your hair, man. But you’ve got great hair. Thick. Full. You sure you wanna waste it?”