“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?”
(100 words)
“I’m a time traveling Viking with sixteen children in three different time eras, with a mortgage.”
Correct Placement
He eyes off his comrade from the commentary box. “So far, so good, sports fans, as he tempts fate by slipping in the big block of chocolate.”
“Ooh, bad call, my man. Should’ve gone for the smaller size, it’s easier to slide between the bread loaves.”
“I agree. But wait, no, she spotted… the chips.” Continue reading “Correct Placement” →
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