Note: I wrote this by flashlight late at night a few days after Hurricane Katrina barreled through. I was just spitting out whatever came to mind. This ficlet popped out, so it's kind of significant to me because of when I wrote it.
It was itching more than usual. Charlie strayed a few seconds from his guitar strings to scratch his neck before returning to writing his next big album. Claire watched him from her seat by a tree. There was one thing that distracted him. She furrowed her brow realizing why he kept scratching his neck.
"Your hair is itching you, isn't it?" she asked.
Charlie's head jerked up at her voice. "What?"
"Your hair," Claire repeated, standing carefully so not to jar Aaron awake. She walked over to Charlie, and fingered the ends of his hair. "Is it itching your neck?"
"You noticed?" Charlie grinned, sheepishly. "When it gets too long, it sort of bothers me. Guess I could never fit in as one of those punk rockers."
"Let me cut it for you."
"You'd do that?"
Claire gave him an exasperated look. "Of course! If you'll go get the scissors and Aaron's cradle, I will."
"Right!" Charlie jumped up, placing his guitar gently against a tree. "Watch it for me, love? You have your baby, and I have mine."
Claire laughed. "Of course, Charlie! Now get out of here before your neck gets raw."
Charlie threw her a grin then took off down the beach with much enthusiasm. Claire cutting his hair plus inspiration for writing a new album, this was turning out to be a great day.