The wig was obvious. It stood out like a sore thumb. There was no point in trying to get around it. I wondered how you would even clean that mess. I stepped around it, trying not to come into contact with it. The man behind me wasn’t so discerning; he walked right into it. His feet got all tangled in the strands. I didn’t help him. He got himself into that mess all by himself, he could get himself out of it on his own too.
Snippet #12
Alys the Book Wyrm 