“Nearly done, darlin’.” Her purpled tongue-stub protruded.
“Sue’s the best,” they’d said, in town.
I flinched. “I wouldn’t do that.” Her potato-skin face was expressionless. Cataract-blue globes never strayed from her age-veined fingers.
“Just don’ get the snake,” an old-timer warned.
A stool creak told me Sue was done. I peeked, gasped, and shifted my shoulder to view the deep golds and blues of the dragon’s ink-birthed scales.
Sue looked …the same. “Don’t you forget to let ‘im dry,” she scolded.
I nodded, paid, left. Absentmindedly, I slipped on my jacket. It was cold, everywhere except my arm…
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge
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Good story. Ouch
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Agreed. 🙂
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What a great character for a tattoo artist!
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Thanks, Charli.
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I think Sue the tattoo artist is a little scary! There was a lot of cool description in this flash.
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Thank you. I had a lot more description, before I had to cut it back. 🙂
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