Code Red: microfiction

“This is a code red emergency, you had better be taking me seriously.” my boss was shouting his lungs out. There was complete chaos, everybody were running around, all the products had been brought out of the supply room. Sheets of paper were flying, people were scrambling to find scissors, combs, and towels.

I stood transfixed, the blurry commotion was mesmerizing.

When I took a job at a hair salon, this wasn’t what I’d had in mind.

“Why are you just standing there? Move, move, move.” shouted the boss.

I grabbed his arm to stop him. “What’s happening?” I asked.

“A code red.” he replied.

I shrugged. “I’m new here.”

He rolled his eyes. “Rapunzel’s on her way, idiot.”

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