A Head Full of Hair is a collection of four stories. They are unrelated to each other except for the fact that they are all stories about normal enough people that have something that is either dark or odd or wild or adventurous about them that you just might never get to know and would be surprised to learn. Don’t you often wonder how people got to be who they are?
The book title is not about the stories; it suggests that what the author wants, he will never have again. Don’t we all have such regrets?
A Head Full of Hair by . d.ennis
From It All Just Kept Getting Worse and Worse:
Henry was born in Philadelphia. This he knew and this was a fact. He knew his name to be Henry Marcincavage. This, he learned later, was not true. Even up to the time of this discovery, things were never easy for Henry. Some people said that he was no good. Some thought he had the worst possible luck imaginable. It is my own belief that bad luck, if you get enough of it can make a man bad. Perhaps the truth is that you begin to make your own bad luck. Certainly we believe that a life of good fortune gives people a happy outlook. Why can’t bad fortune impact you in the same way? Well, I’ll tell you the story, and let you decide for yourself.
From A Nondescript Woman:
The week sped along like this for Desiree. She was gambling with the money of others and winning. She slept with whom she desired, including two men on a secluded beach and a Norwegian woman and her paramour, alternately in their car and in several rooms of their suite. She drank Champagne. She acted out those things that she had committed to memory from her trash novels, scene by scene, once even calling her lover by the characters name in the book, to his surprise. He was, however, far too busy to dwell on it. On her last night she kept both her promise to a bellboy at midnight and a handsome Maitre’ D, at 2 A.M.
From Nemesis:
Gary stood his ground, impassively. As Paul’s fist came hurtling toward his face, he seemed to be watching it arrive. He was unemotional until, and believe me, this is the absolute truth, he caught Paul's fist, right in front of his face. He caught and held it and looked an incredulous Paul dead in the eyes.
I watched him grip Paul's fist tightly inside of his own hand and he slowly began to walk, forcing Paul to move backwards with him, as in a dance. When they got to the couch, Gary pushed him, just hard enough, as he released his hand from his. Paul landed on the couch.
From The Funeral of Rebecca McHugh:
Rebecca wore a wedding gown.
This surely was an odd sight to all, but even the most obtuse could easily recognize that Rebecca had once and long ago bought this dress and for whatever reason there was, had never been able to wear it, until this day. Even the most callous of folks would have either an empathetic or sympathetic response to this dress of Rebecca’s own choosing. Caroline, as always seeing nothing but the obvious, chuckled at the sight of her apparel and said aloud, with no effort to minimize her volume “God, how tacky”. She was unaware that Deborah had sidled up beside, and just behind her, awaiting her chance to view and say farewell to the remains. It was not until Deborah cleared her throat, and thoughtfully looked away, that Caroline slid the small and careworn opal ring, the only jewelry that Rebecca wore on this day, back on to Rebecca’s bony finger where it belonged.
Deborah thought no less of her sister for being caught in this act. It was impossible for her to think any less of her sister. Caroline’s only thought was that is was a sin to waste jewelry.
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
