The afternoon light filtered through my bedroom window like accusation made visible, each dust mote a tiny witness to the impossible thing happening in my doorway.
Oh sweetheart, do you really have that tattoo? It's beautiful, the prettiest I've ever seen, and we have a saying in our family, "a tattoo is an identifying mark." Don't bother to commit a crime if you have one, especially if it's on top of your head, and you shave your head after escaping from jail. You might be free for about an hour afterwards. True story, yes, some dummy in Hayward escaped, and was seen a few hours later in Vaillancourt (sp?) Plaza and picked up tout de suite by some alert SFPD types. How's work going?
Amazing story! lovely writing as usual.
Perfect. Just effing perfect.
I love lilacs—I have a special story about them.
This was beautiful, girlfriend. I also hope there will be people around me at the end, trading stories and laughing at my expense.
Glad this wasn’t the end of your story.
Oh sweetheart, do you really have that tattoo? It's beautiful, the prettiest I've ever seen, and we have a saying in our family, "a tattoo is an identifying mark." Don't bother to commit a crime if you have one, especially if it's on top of your head, and you shave your head after escaping from jail. You might be free for about an hour afterwards. True story, yes, some dummy in Hayward escaped, and was seen a few hours later in Vaillancourt (sp?) Plaza and picked up tout de suite by some alert SFPD types. How's work going?