Every Tattoo tells a story
I was just wandering home from work as I came across an alleyway. I walked down this street how have I never noticed this alley. What initially drew my attention was the column of light streaming out of one of the shops on the alley. Its late I had worked over time as was my usual at work tonight, so it must be nearing 11 o'clock. I often lose myself in my work. So don't take much stock in the time.
Even though my self-preservation instincent was screaming at m to carry on walking to get out of here the shop was glowing like a beacon to me. So I overwrote all the training my dad had given me and proceeded forward towards the shop. Wracking my brain to try and figure out what kind of shop it was.
As I drew closer I could hear the familiar buzz I had grown so accustomed too. A tattoo gun.
I glanced down at the ink on the inside of my wrist. A small golden sun with the name of my mum below. I trace my finger over it carefully. Even now in the bitterly cold night I can feel the sun on my face in her memory.
I reach up onto my tiptoes and peak into the shop. Being small is not always the nicest of things. The moment my eyes just manage to peer into the shop. I'm meet with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. They are deep dark green. But you can almost see the goodness and purity shining through. I stared into these strangers' eyes for an imaginable length of time. It could have been two seconds or two hours I couldn't have told you. I was lost in the forest of there eyes.
Inevitably the soft pink blush slowly began to appear on my cheeks. The stranger smiled sweetly at me. I was once again captived this time by their mouth. There lips perfectly formed and seemingly as soft as a feather from the looks of it.
The beautiful stranger raises their hand and gestures for me to enter the shop. The movement breaks my trance. Shaking my head from side to side and taking one last look into the shop. I turn on my heel and run as fast as I can back to the open street, my police daughter instincent telling me i'm safer out here.
I walk a little faster than my usual pace. I know i'm not too far from home. My mind is still filled with them green eyes. I was only a block from home when I tumble to the floor.
I knew my clumsiness would come sooner or later as I tumble towards the floor. An uneven paving stone my undoing this time. I hit the floor with a bump grazing my knee in the process. I dust myself off. I'm used to recovering quickly after my millions of falls over the years.
As I stand up I am met with the eyes of the green eyed stranger.
