Tattoos

‘I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo,’ Gerald said softly, as he flicked through the morning paper. Agatha, his wife, almost spit out her tea. ‘You’re thinking about what!?’ she gaped. ‘A tattoo,’ he repeated, frowning over the financial report. ‘Just something simple ­­– maybe a sleeve, or something tribal.’ ‘What on Earth—’ Agatha cut …

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Once the tribal tattooist stepped forward, it seemed to signal to the others to do the same. They rushed towards me, and this time I could hear their voices. “We told you not to touch the picture!” They shouted, voices tripping over each other. I was still a little bit dumbstruck, but I managed to …

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