Squeezed

“You won’t do it.” He shook his head as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame.

“Watch me.”

“I’m trying not to.”

“I’m freaking doing this, okay?” Her feet numb, unable to look at her painted toenails, her legs like meat squeezed into sausage-skins that spilled out at the ends. Continue reading “Squeezed”

Elective Corrections

“Are you sure?”

He inhaled and his chest rose, licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah, hit me.”

“Okay, man.” The whirl of the gun came to life. The inked needle pressed against the skin on the guy’s upper arm. “So, um, I gotta ask why?”

“You’re the best in corrective tattoos, that’s why I’m here.”

“I get that bit, and our team’s well trained for that purpose. But, what I gotta know, man, is why?”

“Surely you’ve heard all the stories?”

“Yeah. But, you’re the first one who wants this kick-arse reaper changed into a butterfly?”

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