Ezra closes them.
That sounds stupid when you say it out loud.
Chair’s warm. Sit.
It’s not stupid. It’s grief. Grief is just stupidity with better lighting. o4m barbershop sc. 2
They’re lying. It doesn’t get easier. You just get taller. The grief stays the same size, but you grow around it. Eventually, you forget it’s there. Until you bump into it again in the dark.
What do you believe in, O4M?
He turns the clippers off. The silence rushes back in, fuller than before. Ezra closes them
First time.
Good.
The lights rise on the same space. The barber chairs are now empty, save for a single folded apron on the armrest of the middle chair. The air smells of talc and antiseptic. Grief is just stupidity with better lighting
Then you came to the wrong place.
Ezra exits. The bell jingles.