By Gracie Lyle
“What’s that supposed to be?” Diana pointed to the tattoo on my left bicep.
It was supposed to be a crossbow, but my cousin Bobby did it drunk. Then some of the lines spread. Others faded. I burned part of it off flipping burgers at McDonald’s. Now I make all my girls tell me what they see. They say things like: angel, Africa, Donkey Kong. No matter what they say, I always tell them that they’re right. That they’re the only ones who ever have been.
“What does it look like to you?” I asked.
“It looks like a bad tattoo.”
Wonderful story
Diana’s worth keeping, dude. 🙂
Love it. It grabbed me immediately.
Love Diane’s honesty, telling it as she sees it.
Love this one!
Perfect!
Love her bold honesty
Ha! Awesome.
Clever, as I only remembered the title once I’d read that last line. The paragraph says a lot about the narrator, hence the honesty of Diana would probably be like a strike to the face 🙂