Write four lines of prose which take place in a: pool hall.
The last day of February. That went quick.
Operation: Get Max a Haircut was a partial success today. He was fine right up until the first snip, at which point he started crying. The barber said something along the lines of 'Now that we've started we can't stop' and I told him to do the best he could.
So his hair is out of his eyes, at least we managed that much. I might have to give him a little trim around the ears, but the main concern has been taken care of. Even if it's not particularly even (what with all the fidgeting and fussing), I'm sure it's a whole lot better that what I would have done.
Pool cue held loosely in one hand, a half empty beer bottle gripped tightly in the other, he watched his opponent's movements closely. Something underhanded was happening here, he was sure of it. He just had to figure out how, exactly, she was cheating and then he could finally call her on it.
With a long, smooth stroke she sank her shot before flashing him a quick smile; suddenly he had forgotten, yet again, what he had been thinking about.