For how many months had she been waiting ? Seven month ?
She had spent nights thinking about how it would be.
Would it scratch ? Would it hurt ?
She finally realized one of her longtime dream, she was coming closer to her true self hidden under the polished coat of corporate whirlwind. She had made special arrangements for her appointment: replacement at work, a 600km travel, baby sitting for her child.
The tattoo artist never showed up, never warned, never apologized.
She came back home to curious, hoping, expecting faces; all she said was : I’m dis-appointed.
J’ai déjà répondu à ce prompt l’an dernier. Mon trouverez mon premier texte ici.
Pour aujourd’hui, je m’inspire -encore- d’une expérience personnelle.
This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 23rd installment.
I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.