That was a close one
Ricko took a moment to enjoy the feel of their small shop as the afternoon sunlight fell across the man seated in the vintage barber chair. The chair dated back to the 1930s and was lovingly adorned with a cast iron scrollwork footrest, arm supports, and headrest. The hard surfaces were each padded with blood-red cushions finished with fine black stitching. The foot pedals that controlled the tilt and hydraulics had the look of polished brass that was only achievable by decades of use and care. As a venerable antique the chair had the honor of being the second oldest thing in the shop. The rest of the workspace was mostly taken up by a modern workstation holding a variety of scissors, clippers, and sprays. A sitting area composed of a number of comfortable couches and a large TV tuned to a local sports channel rounded out the small shop. As was the custom the TV’s volume was turned down so as to not disturb Ricko’s art. A second TV was mounted high in a dark corner for Ricko’s personal use and was midway through a generic vampire flick. Ricko, unlike others, greatly enjoyed the modern interpretations of the classic monsters, though they did tend to give people funny ideas about what was real and what was imaginary.
After preparing a robust lather Ricko began to use a badger hair brush to work the thick foam into the stubble of the man’s neck. The stark white of the concoction contrasted with Ricko’s dark skin like cream and coffee. Taking the razor Ricko began to work, like an artist with a brush. The razor slipped across the skin lifting the foam and stubble from the client’s cheek with equal ease.