So I went for a haircut today and came away with an idea for a short story.
I've been putting off getting a trim for a while now. I wanted to time things so that I could get one right before I went to the ACFW conference so I could look my best. Problem is, my hair grew a little faster than I expected and it was beginning to bug me.
The man who normally cuts my hair is sick, so I decided I would try out a hairstyling place in downtown Blue Earth. As the lady got me ready and quizzed me about how I wanted things cut, I noticed her coffee mug:
Blessed are the hairstylists, for they bring out the beauty in others.
Uh huh. Don't remember that in the Beatitudes.
But as my hair was falling to the floor, the sentiment on the mug got me thinking. A hairstylist can certainly bring out the outer beauty in someone, but that usually won't lead to inner beauty. As a matter of fact, it would normally lead to....
Inspiration struck. I have at least the beginning of a short story. Now I just need to find an end for it.