Whose Golden Lock is This?

I saw Richard trying to match a lock of hair to one of his girls and asking, “How did this lock of hair come off of your head.  And if it is not yours, whose is it."

Alice said it wasn't her hair, but then she decided it was.

She had been looking at the sticky black mouse trap, the one that snatches shoes and finger that are too close.

She leaned down and one of the locks of hair on the side of her head fell down and hit the mouse trap.

Pandora. 

A little bit of her in all of us.

Arta