‘Not a tattoo?!’ Panic flashed across her pale, sweet face. ‘Why would you imagine I’d bring you here for that?’ Images of gaudy flesh in foreboding black frames filled the deep red walls of the tattoo parlour. Boo’s cow eyes pleaded with me for reassuran...
"Next!" I called, more curtly than was professional. Nineteenth customer of the day can do that to a girl, not that I was counting. My calves ached beneath the cheap, gimmicky costume that was covered in other people's hair. Nobody in their right mind wan...
1. Clear As A BellIt finally dawned on me,why I feel this way,since I heard her voice,just the other day.It's a feeling that stayswith me,regardless what I do,both concealingandrevealing,antediluvian andnew.Clear as a bell she told me,"Man, you look so fi...
My friend Isabel -a Spanish- called me on that day, saying she had a problem and needed my assistance. She then gave me an account or her story, with details of her problem, on the phone: she had gone on a trip for a few days and, on having returned h...
