The Climber Room by Sam Lipsyte
8 min @ the desk, Toronto
It was a curse. She couldn’t tell people of course, it would only make it worse. Not even her best friend. For now it was only the hair on her head. The witch had said if she didn’t broker the peace with her mother’s family the eyebrows and eyelashes would be the next. Most people in the park didn’t pay much attention to the witch, but they begrudged the prime spot her trailer had.
The night her hair turned white Sian knew they witch had not lied about the prophesy. Crystal and the gang couldn’t believe she did such a drastic dye job without warning. Her street cred was super-sized overnight. But this bullshit peace accord was messing up her hormones. She was in peri-menopause at eighteen. She had to find a way to squash the feud since her brother wouldn’t do it. There was no point asking again. It was Sian’s mission. She could not fail.
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