100 Words For TNA

Disclaimer: I don't own The New Avengers, nor the characters of Steed, Gambit, and Purdey. They belong to The Avengers (Film and TV) Enterprises. This story is written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's Note: I have now officially run out of drabbles as posted on theavengers.tv forum. This drabble has never before been posted, and probably has only been read by one or two people. I can't remember when I wrote it exactly, but it was quite a few months back. This was going to be the last one for awhile because I haven't written a drabble in ages, but only yesterday I got a couple of ideas, which I'll see if I can't whittle down to meet the word limit. There may be more updates in this one yet.

Just for context, this one's set in the early days of Purdey's career, probably early 1976, in the areas that will be outlined in the first story in my arc (when I get around to writing it. Too many ideas, too little time).

The Final Cut

Purdey stood in front of the mirror, scissors in hand.

The long hair fell in soft waves, framing her face. She'd worn it long as far back as she could remember. Even as a child, her mother used to pin it back when she went to the studio. With Larry she'd had longer curls. It had been part of who she was. But things had changed. She didn't recognize the woman in the mirror. She had faded long ago, and who Purdey had become didn't match the outside any longer.

She raised the scissors. Blonde locks fell to the floor.