(500 words) Hannah smiled at her reflection, realizing that she could see herself for the first time whilst having her hair cut. With embarrassment, she noticed a touch of silver along the parting of her straight black bob. She winked and admired her vibrant grey eyes in the mirror. Hearing a yap, she patted a small pug-nosed dog. “Hello, Boris.” Moisture from the dog’s cold nose smeared her hand. She’d entered the small salon - one sink and two chairs - in Sue’s house, Copperwood, gratefully inhaling the indefinable chemical odour associated with hairdressing. Sue had been on the phone. “Hello love, take a seat, I won’t be a mo,” then she’d left the room.