dreadlocks.one.dreadlocks.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you bought me a rubick's cube, I painted over the little squares in black.
'Why black?' you had asked.
'Now they're all the same, but they're secretly colorful,' I'd said.
I knotted my hair in delicate dreadlocks to hold myself together. When I took them out, my hair fell out of place and became tangled, and I assumed that I too, was truly tangled.
When I had told you this, you nodded.
'You're right. You're tangled up with me.'
I wrote a big question mark on my stomach and dotted it with a small heart.
You'd rubbed my stomach lightly; you needed no questions.
'I think I may know the answers,' you'd said.