It's been kind of a fun exercise and I've written a few things that surprised me. It's usually not edited (much) and not particularly well thought out, but it's getting words down and thinking in a new way. And I love it.
This week's topic is tattoos. Why is it important? What does it mean? The word limit is 300 and this one is 264.
Con crit is always welcome!
Amber walked past the shop three or four times before sucking in a deep breath and the courage to step inside.
A bell jingled on the door overhead and she stood in a tiny waiting room. A fluorescent light flickered, casting an eerie glow on the walls and making her feel dizzy. Or maybe that was nerves.
“Hello?” she called. The only sound was a faint buzzing from down the hall, which stopped at her voice.
A man appeared, younger than she expected, and cleaner. His hair was short and he had recently shaved, and his clothes were neat, almost professional. When he asked, “Can I help you?” there was a lilt to his voice and she thought he was probably a decent tenor.
She breathed easier now and pulled a folded page from her pocket. “I’m here for a tattoo. Can you do this?”
He answered yes and then studied the design. “I’m finishing up with someone now. You wanna come back in about 30 minutes?”
“I’ll wait,” she said and sat on the lone plastic chair beside a table covered in design books.
Amber had never considered herself the type to get a tattoo. Had tried to talk Trista out of both of hers, and the next one she was planning. But Trista was gone now. Lost in a night of stupidity and alcohol. When Amber found the design among some of Trista’s things, a swirly pattern of shapes and letters, she kept it. And now she was here, honoring her best friend in the only way she knew how.
“Ready?” The man reappeared.
Amber nodded. “I am now.”