Wait for It to Dry

Neon Dragon

“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

Photo credit: Mendar Bouchali on Unsplash

8 thoughts on “Wait for It to Dry

  1. Michael B. Fishman January 18, 2018 / 9:29 am

    I think Sue the tattoo artist is a little scary! There was a lot of cool description in this flash.

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    • Chelsea Owens January 18, 2018 / 9:42 am

      Thank you. I had a lot more description, before I had to cut it back. 🙂

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