Microdosing Fiction - 90mg of a Tattoo
Write 90 words based on the word: Tattoo
Our prompt for today is TATTOO
Write a story in 90 words!
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Gertrude watched the man across the aisle, her nose nose crinkled. She trailed the tattoos, from his fingers to his neck, even some on the face.
“They’re letting criminals on pla-planss... planes” she tried to mutter clutching her purse in her wrinkled hands. “Shelp!” she said as the pain spread on her chest and everything went dark…
Gertrude’s eyes opened just to stare into a tattooed face
She pulled away. “Don’t touch me, you dirty criminal!”
The flight attendant nearby shook her head. “That criminal just saved your life, ma’am. He’s a doctor.”
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I'd heard about the old dairy cow escaping the slaughterhouse truck, but was surprised to find her in my barn later that afternoon, looking like she'd always lived there. She nuzzled me and licked my hand. "Smart girl. How'd you know I'm vegetarian?"
I clipped off the ID tag in her ear and painted over the tattooed number. Then I painted a few of her black spots. Effectively disguised, I set her out to graze with the other herbivores.
Lucky lived happily ever after in retirement on my rescue farm.
For all his faults, Dad always had a beautiful signature. He said he perfected it during long overnight work at a security desk for an oil company. I had no reason to doubt his story, although I knew many of his stories were subject to embellishment.
There was no funeral for him when he died. The guys at the bar toasted his memory. His wife took his ashes before cutting off all communication. I choose to honor him in a quietly permanent way: his signature tattooed on my right arm.
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