“Where the fuck are you? I should be able to see you,” KayO said, squinting and looking around the airport receiving area.
“Oh, I just had to step out,” DM said on the line.
He sounded distracted.
“What do you mean ‘step out?'” KayO said as he stopped walking.
“There was this thing I had to…take care of.”
“Like, with you cousin in Richmond?”
“No, like a bun…”
“Wha-“
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Eleanor really wished she had not shaved her legs. Men never seemed to understand how much effort it took, and how much of a waste it was if the realization that the man they did it for was not worth sleeping with hit.
“So I’m really trying to get comfortable being with myself,” Allan was saying, almost to himself.
The guy had seemed almost too good to be true, she now told herself, regretting spending the extra hour to look extra nice today. He had seemed like a good listener on the dating app, and seemed to have some rad hobbies. However, the past 45 minutes had been him droning on about himself and past girlfriends while putting away 4 drinks that Eleanor had a feeling she might end up paying for since he had not mentioned a job.
She was just beginning to make throat sounds to come up with an excuse to leave when, out of nowhere a man with a knife popped up behind Allan.
Eleanor would for weeks feel guilty that she had not screamed right away or warned Allan, or done much at all as the man grabbed her date in a rear-naked choke while moving the knife menacingly close.
It took just a single therapy session for her not to feel that guilty anymore. She took a holiday to Seattle to put it all behind her.
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Nisha sat at her desk, the clock about to strike midnight, and wondered. An energetic young lady of 23, she had the look of a rising star in journalism. The story she was putting together had a good number of elements that could win her one of the smaller prizes that year.
The assailant, before cutting the victim’s throat, had painstakingly cut the terrified victim’s man-bun.
Across Nisha’s desk were several books about American/Canadian settlement and wars between the RCMP and Indigenous people.
“Scalping,” she said to herself.
No one was sure who had begun scalping first. Was it American settlers, doing something to the proud top-knot sported by Navajo and other nations? Was it the Dakota that did it to settlers as a way to warn them against taking their land?
“Why would an immigrant to do this?” she pondered.
Her phone rang. She picked up without looking, knowing it had to be important at this hour.
“Nisha,” her editor said, sleepily, “There’s been another one.”
“The scalping-killing?” She dropped her pen.
“Yeah.”
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Excerpted from a lower-tier newspaper in Canada.
A total of 44 men were killed in just 8 hours in Vancouver.
“This is terrorism,” an eye witness who did not want to be identified by name said. “The terrorist first grabbed the man bun and chopped it off, and then stabbed the man in his love handles and mid-back.”
….
The Association of Man Buns has declared war on the state of Afghanistan.
“We have a right to defend ourselves,” the official spokesman said.
Canada has also declared war on Afghanistan.
“The terrorist was Pakistani, but Canada is going to war with Afghanistan since the latter has more natural resources,” said the Foreign Minister. “What, did I stutter?”
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The war ended in about 2 days. Most Canadian armed forces that were deployed to Afghanistan ended up becoming wives to Taliban warlords. One warlord cited the smooth faces and man buns as the reason why he made his 4 Canadian man-wives dance for him