FLASH
FICTION
FRIDAY
Every picture
tells a story
Standing with one
hand covering her breasts and the other above her head, holding her hair
out of the way, Carrie stared at her body in the mirror and allowed a
smile to form on her lips. The last flower, the one just under her
breast, the tenth she had added, had hurt like hell but it had to be
done.
Ever since her first
she had promised herself that after each new one she would add
another. Besides she couldn't exactly go to their grave to pay her
respects, not when it had been her that had put them there.
©JSMorbius2013
8 comments:
Ooh creepy!
What a tatt!
Dee x
Oh, that's an intriguing one! Love it.
Wow. You left so much unsaid, but just enough to leave me whirling. I want to know what she did and I'm kind of glad I don't, lol. Fabulous Flash.
Loved it Julez, very atmospheric!
hmmm mysterious.
Whoo hoo! Way to rock! Please say you'll write more of it!
Very doomsday look at this photo and the story you wrote. I hope she doesn't put another one in the grave. Well written.
Holy shit! That was chilling!
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