It was an ordinary day in a neighborhood hair salon, a small and modest place but full of life, especially thanks to the glass wall that let in natural light and the hanging plants that adorned the place. In this cozy corner, life went on among scissors and combs, and laughter was almost as frequent as the sound of the hairdryers. But not everyone there was visible to the naked eye. At least not to everyone.
Giggles, a mischievous Magikito, watched the environment carefully from the hair dye shelf. He loved jokes and games, and had a special gift for sensing human emotions. This little being, barely taller than a 20-centimeter ruler and dressed in vibrantly colored clothes, had a mission: to bring a little of his magic to those who needed it most.
That morning, an elegant woman entered the salon. Her presence was as cold as a winter’s night, and her aloofness soon filled the atmosphere with palpable tension. The hairdresser, Bruno, who was chatting happily with his client, stopped talking and concentrated on the task at hand. Axel, the young man whom Bruno was grooming, was also silent, looking sideways in the mirror at that elegant woman with the stupid attitude, and thinking about the reasons that lead a person to live without joy.
Clara, the giggly, short-haired hairstylist, tried unsuccessfully to lighten the air with her usual cheerful, carefree chatter. She would not allow herself to be contaminated by the negative waves that woman was transmitting.
But there was no way, she was cold and coarse, and each sentence she blurted out was even worse than the previous one. After a few short dry dialogues, she was sitting on the couch while Clara was working with her spotless, shiny golden hair. She thought it best to do a good job and finish as soon as possible.
No one spoke, and all that could be heard was the dull melody of awkward silence.
Chuckles, feeling the need to intervene, crept stealthily over to where the woman had placed her perfectly aligned feet. Pulling a marker pen from her small leather pouch, she quickly drew a smile on one of the woman’s exquisite white shoes. To Chuckles, this was not just a prank, but a magic spell, designed to make whoever wore it have to smile a forced smile.
The woman, having finished her session, stood up and took a last look at her reflection in the mirror. The truth was that Clara had done an impeccable job, although she had no intention of expressing gratitude, either directly or indirectly. As she looked down, the smile painted on her shoe captured her attention. She opened her mouth furiously to scream in rage, but suddenly her lips came together again and a giant smile broke out on her face without her being able to help it.
-I love it! -he shouted enthusiastically.
-Really? -Clara answered, super confused.
Bruno and Axel were also surprised, and were happy to see that the woman was grateful for Clara’s work.
-In fact I feel much better now, thank you for your excellent work! -He then opened his leather wallet and took out five large gold coins, which he handed to Clara with a huge smile still on his face. -Keep the change please, you deserve this and much more.
Without further words, she left the salon humming a lively song.
Axel, Bruno and Clara were perplexed. And they happily went about their business.
Chuckles, satisfied with his mischief, had returned to his hiding place in the dye rack, happy that he had been able to transform the energies of the place.
