It’s a lovely name. Four letters, synchronized and encased within a crimson heart. Forever.
The joyous pulsing within my heart helps sedate the pain of the ink injections.
In the final touches of the artistry, my Twitter account suddenly activates. The needle slips. And scars.
“It’s over,” she tweets. “Forever.”
Glen Benison is a writer of short story fiction, finding themes from everyday happenings that settle in his brain, some of which eventually take seed.