"Hello Claire," he said with ease, "I have missed you lover."

"Claire," mother said, "this man wants to take your hand in marriage."

"I have never seen him before, mother."

"Oh my dear Claire, ya don't have to lie about us anymore." he walked
over to me and ran his fingers through my hair. I jerked back." Well
I had best be off. I'll see you before the morn." he said as he left.

"Claire, you should have taken his hand." mother scolded.

"Mummy, he's a bad man." I said.

"No hes not. It seems that you have been cursed and you are lucky to
have someone who doesn't care about it." she complained. Daddy stood
and gave me a look, he left the room and mummy followed.

"Off to bed Claire. I don't wanna hear from you for the rest of the
night." she said as she followed daddy.

"Yes mummy."

I hung my head and walked up the stairs to my room, there on my bed
was an envelope. I opened it and all that is in it is hair. I look
around and see nothing, no one. I look at the hair in my hand and
breath in its aroma.

It smells like little Timmy. Its the same color too. I walk over to
my counter and look down at it. I look back up and saw my make-up
running down my face. Little Timmy was my brother and I couldn't
get the feeling that something had happened to him out of my mind.
I stopped crying and ran down the hall to his room. He was in his bed
sleeping like he should be. He rolled over and I saw all his hair
was gone. I start screaming feeling a little more out of touch with
reality. Mummy and daddy come running in, they look at him, then
they look at me. They see the hair in my hands.