Flash Fiction – 09/18/2015

Cute guy

Chris smile caught my breath. He was sitting on the dirty sidewalk, back against the rough concrete building, waiting for me. Instead of unlocking the door, I sat beside him. Chris turned, smiling shyly.

As always he looked amazing. He wore faded gray jeans, a black long sleeve sweater, and a beanie that kept his slick blonde hair back, away from his eyes. His bracelets and gauge-earrings completed his sexy look.

He was here for his last appointment and I hope our first date after I finish tattooing his chest— just a single word left.

Love, Beauty, and finally Peace.


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