Lost Journals

Maggie sat in the small beauty salon wondering when love would find her or if she'd already found it and cast it aside. The smell of deep coconut conditioner and tanning oil tickled her nose. The salon was filled with old men waiting on their wives - farmers dressed in their town clothes. The old man with an open sore on his monstrous nose was dressed in gray pants, white socks and brown shoes. The white socks reminded Maggie of her latest failed attempt at loving someone - George. No matter what he wore he was never without those damn white socks.

quite the fad and George was from MichA thirty-something woman entered the shop with a small blonde boy attached to her hand. Again with the white socks. Maggie wondered if it was a Midwest thing.