Thoughts sprout from my head like wispy hair, slowly, insistently. They buzz in a whirling cloud around me, wavering in the wind. Perhaps, I should seek a barber of cerebration and get a short back and sides.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Interesting take, liking the barber of cerebration, sounds like a lobotomy could be in order if he’s not careful
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Thanks so much.
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I relate to this, Neil. I don’t think a barber can help.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh well. Brain surgery then
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I can see brain surgeons adopting the moniker “barber of cerebration” . . .
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Barber surgeons
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Uncontrolled thoughts can be a bit hair-raising. Time for a trim to be sure.
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I see what you did there
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I think we could all do with a bit of pruning from time to time.
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Only by a trained barber of course
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“Barber of cerebration.” Fabulous. Great take on this prompt.
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Thanks so much, Linda
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You’ve created an intriguing and somewhat disquieting image, using some carefully chosen language – sprout, wispy, “buzz in a whirling cloud”.
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I’m pleased you noticed the vocabulary. Thanks, Penny
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I’ve had those days.
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Thanks for reading
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That sounds nice – get those errant thoughts back under control.
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With a nice quiff too
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What a beautifully poetic description of the incessant thinking process – which i know so well!
I like your solution. Now where can I find such a barber…?
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Oh that’s easy. You write one
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Now that made me laugh! Good idea, Neil!
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I’d fight that barber with comb and blade! Even though some thoughts might better stay unthought, do we really want a stranger to cut around? Great take!
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Thanks so much
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straight to the point. no hair-splitting moment here. 🙂
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Sometimes you just have to pull the whole clump up by the roots
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Clearly not a day to celebrate. I’d put the barber on hold till you feel better.
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Perhaps not a day to cerebrate either
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Hahaha love your take on the photo today Neil!
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, who has the longest hair of all.
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Thanks, James
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Love your play on words. Short and succinct and I dunno… I’d be afraid they’d cut off too much and leave him without thoughts whatsoever.
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He may find that a blessing
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If he even knows it…
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You’re fortunate. The only thing that sprout from most men’s head is unruly hair in the ears & noses.
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Those aren’t thoughts?
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Strangely when I had hair my muse used it to hide from me. Now I look like a medieval monk, my muse can’t stop the bubbling rubbish.😉
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Imagines the famous Venus arising from the sea, with hair around her naughty bits
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Sounds like my dreams, too much. The trick is to catch the good ones and let the rest leave.
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Oh. You want a dreamcatcher
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I really like the image of thoughts sprouting from his head- an great start to the story.
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Thanks so much
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Hair today, gone tomorrow. Such is life.
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You’ve set a hair running there
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