In the year 2035, a fad started in which people got themselves tattooed with the names of all their lovers. Down their backs predominantly, easily visible thanks to the scanty fashions of this time.
Some people take the trend as a challenge and work hard to have their list touch their buttocks and spill over onto their other shoulder blade and so on. There is no judgement now, no name-calling or shaming.
As for me? Well, I have been widowed for quite a while now. There’s just the one name emblazoned proudly on my shoulder blade.
And in my heart too.