Image Credit: Felix Russel;-Saw
After twenty-three years of tortured marriage, I took my family by surprise when I received my first tattoo. I’d lived a life of servitude, jumping when told, serving when directed ridiculed for my opinions and ultimately abandoned for a younger model.
It was idle curiosity when I went into the parlour and had a small rose inked on my ankle. I hated pain. I but I found the ordeal uplifting, cathartic you might say.
Now I have Yvonne, a private tattooist, with whom I feel relaxed and confident. I am working on designs, pertinent statements, for my personal bits.
Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/05/10/100-word-wednesday-week-18/
Morpethroad 
“I am working on designs, pertinent statements, for my personal bits.”
???? LOL – this last line is enough to raise and eyebrow or two!
Definitely leaves room for the imagination and certainly a well written tale Michael 😀
Thank you Pat, I was hoping so….lol
I love a story about a strong woman (although upon second read, I suppose it could be a man — I guess I read what I wanted!). Lovely as always — thank you for joining us again this week 🙂
I have to admit the idea comes in part from a wonderful,Australian novel, “Indelible Ink” by Fiona McGregor which touches on this topic…
Ah! I’m not familiar with it, but I’m intrigued…
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