Hanna's Awful Day

Hanna’s jaw almost dropped right to the floor.

Seriously, she felt like she had entered an alien world " somewhere far away from this Earth.

Firstly, there were these overwhelming scents " some sickeningly sweet, others mild and tempting. But when they rushed up her nose altogether, she felt like her insides were burning.

Actually, it’s all mother’s fault. How could she bring an 8 year old innocent girl into this awful place? What did she call it..a salon? Ugh! It’s not like Hanna cared.

Even if you try to ignore the fact that you could smell everything from roses to papayas in one breath (which she most definitely could not ignore), the place was still dumb. And Hanna had her reasons to say so.

She had turned right and frightened to death by a lady who had something like an Opera House built out of her hair.  “That's quite a nice set of rollers you’ve got there!”, another woman was telling her. Personally, Hanna disagreed. But she didn’t dare say that aloud. God forbid, what if they rolled her hair into a Roman Colosseum or something? No no!

When she turned left, she saw some..women? Or were they BTs or ETs or whatever-you-call-people-with-green-mucky-skin? Then she saw something even more disgusting - bowls and bowls of  green goo were kept on low tables. Some ladies, wearing something like mom’s cooking apron, were actually APPLYING this on those women’s skin. Eeeeew! God forbid, what if these appliers did it to little clueless girls too?? No no!

Forget smells. Forget the crazy hair-do. Forget even the green goo.

But the place had a torture chamber! Yes, you got it right " a torture chamber!

Hanna didn’t believe it at first. But surely, she didn’t just imagine those  “aaarggh”s n “ouch”s. There was a chamber separated from the main room by a pair of thick  curtains. From the sounds coming from within, Hanna could imagine the horrors awaiting beyond those curtains. She saw a woman carrying some hot liquid inside. But she didn’t dare stick around or talk to that woman. God forbid, what if a pair of hands caught hold of her frock and pulled her in? No no!

There were machines that puffed smoke.

There were plastic orbs that descended from the ceiling and engulfed women’s heads.

There were an assortment of scissors and other pointed steel weapons.

I ask you, is this the kind of place for a cute little innocent clueless helpless girl? Is it?

Author's Note

My attempt to capture the innocence of a little girl. Do tell me what you think of it.

Reviews

[A Social Corpse]

This is actually very interesting. It is something that a lot of us have forgotten. Just how crazy do some of these places we go seem to be? Especially from the eyes of innocence, we all have adapted and overcame such things and we know what they are for. We kind of turn a blind eye to how scary, dumb or just plain crazy some things are. Whereas a child has no sense of this, someone who is exploring the world for the first time. Your words have definitely captured this moment, the smells, the sights, the machinery used. I do think a little girl would think just like you have imagined her to do. Great job and I think you should do other places as well. Common places that we take children to, but never really think about how it might be seen by them.

By the way, I have been really really busy lately, sorry it took me so long to review.

[Mal]

thanks for the wonderful review..I'm really really happy that I could put across my idea through this piece..happy that you agree with my idea :)

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Wow. I like the way that is from a point of view of pure innocence. Good job.