A Bad Haircut

 The light in the bathroom was dim, an old plain bulb in a ceramic socket precariously hanging from the wall.  The light bulb emitted a yellowish glow, only casting visibility because the entire room was white.  From its cracking, plaster ceiling down to the dingy tile crawling halfway up the wall from the floor, the room was a monotonous, dirty white.  However, the muted light in the bathroom was the least of his problems, albeit, an immediate concern.  David Boroughs had more difficulties than the lack of illumination in a space that he spent little time.   Except for today, he usually wasted no more than an hour a day in the shabby room, unlike the other rooms of his apartment in which he spent every waking moment. Read more