THE SALON FROM TAURED

Well, I made a giant mistake. I allowed some of the people I knew at 

my nan’s hair salon (I often accompany her.) to read my latest release,

Dopamine. Upon entering the salon today, the receptionist slid the book

across the desk to me and in a low voice said, „It was interesting.“ I didn’t

know what else to  say I thanked her. Was it a bad interesting? Was it 

a good interesting? I don’t know. I’m kind of afraid to ask to be honest.

Normally, she leans over to talk to me as I type and edit things, but today

she acted as if I wasn’t even there after the return of my book. I had told

her a little about the book and mentioned that there were a few displays 

of sexual acts/desires within the book before I gave it to her and she said

it wasn’t an issue, she was 60 and had seen it all. Apparently not. I watched

as each time she drifted past me to pick up something from the back that her 

hands were clenched. What had I done? Had I somehow offended the woman? 

It wasn’t just her that was acting as if I was a dry rot parked in the little sitting

area. The owner of the salon, with whom I was friendly completely ignored me.

Usually, he’d ask me how I am and what I was up to. Today, not a word. I looked

over to say something, but seeing as he looked away when he saw me, I figured I 

shouldn’t bother. I knew he’d read the book because he was the first to ask me

about it. He wasn’t some young guy either, he was in his late 60s and he had also

assured me that he was a lover of all things literature. 

Maybe I fell through some kind of alternative universe? After all, I was reading the

story about the man from Taured last night. Had I accidentally opened up a wormhole

and fell through it on the way to the salon? I panicked for a minute and looked around the

place. Everything was in perfect order and all the employees were the same. (And much to my

disappointment, the same. None had cool horns or spiky tales.) It was just an average day…

Maybe that was the secret; Everything was more or less the same with few slight differences.

How was I going to get home? (By this time, I was almost convinced some freaky shit was going

on and was blind to the rational possibilities.) Would I ever see my bed again? And even worse, how would I charge my Macbook? Do GoogleMaps on my iPPhone work in this dimension??

I left the salon with an alien feeling. I asked my nan if anything seemed out of place and she told me she thought the whole place was rather quiet. I began to relax and put in my earbuds, drowning out any other questions to the Shrek soundtrack....Over the past few days, I've still wondered what the fuck happened that day. Maybe I'll never know. But for now, I gotta get my game on and get paid, because only shooting stars break the mould. 

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Buy My Book: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dopamine-Anja-Absinthe/dp/1533138923/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1474815988&sr=8-1&keywords=dopamine+anja+absinthe
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Read about the man from Taured: http://weekinweird.com/2014/05/20/man-without-country-mystery-man-taured/