Today’s 100 word story prompt is: “I stared at the flames that had. . .”
There was a buzzing near my ear. I sat perfectly still, not wanting it to sting more than it already did. The artist leaned over me. He paused for a moment and wiped at neck with a soft cloth. I stared at the flames that had spread from my shoulder to my face. The tattoo was a breathtaking mix of yellows and reds and oranges.
I could wear a scarf. But, how would I keep the rest hidden from my bridge partners at the retirement home? Or my great-grandchildren?
If I didn’t, everyone would know Edna won that stupid bet.
Now you can go check out everyone else’s story! Enjoy –



Ha, I loved this. Not who I expected to be getting a tattoo.
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that is so awesome. Oh I can imagine how embarrassed she is. 🙂
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Hahaha I love it!!
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Oh my gosh! That’s so fun! I laughed when I realized the implications. Awesome job!
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Hahaha! Omigoodness, I love this so much!
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