The burly biker stormed in, sleeve rolled up to expose “Christina”. One glance and I knew.
As the tattoo machine drew the line, I patiently listened to him curse at her. A long silence followed.
He winced, seeing the crossed-out name through sorrowful tears. Ink could only cover, not remove.
On a lighter note, Jason is enjoying his summer.
Jason{ you packed a lot into 50 words – emotion, action and resolution.
When I looked at the star rating this morning this had received 1 star with no comment. I really don’t understand that.But I have seen it happen with several good stories. I gave you a 5. Jeff