The Fall

by David McCann

All of it?

Yes, all of it.  I want
all of it off.

So he did it.
This is what she paid him for,
how he made a living.

Her reddish–brown hair
fell all around her on the floor
as he stepped and stepped,
clipping as he did.

Small snippets of conversation fell too,
all around.
The mirror on the wall.