![]() ![]() And there were tents dotted around with the requisite bikes.īut the tents were bigger, more expensive.Īnd there was not one but three tricked out RVs parked facing the campfire and two deluxe travel trailers set up as well. ![]() Also as in years past, one of the brothers had hauled logs in his truck to the field so they were positioned around the fire. There was a blazing campfire like days gone by. I stood removed, watching and feeling shock at all the changes I saw. The words and memories burned through me as I dropped my hair, turned, set the mirror on the counter, and moved toward the walk-in closet in the bathroom. Squat words that scrolled long in a beautiful, flowing script: Only him.Īnd I knew the second part of that tat started on Logan’s hip bone and ran across his hip, in bold scripted black underlined with a flourish of barbed wire. only her. Well done, the artist a master, not faded at all. ![]() And my hair was long enough that it was rare I caught a glimpse.Īnd if by chance I caught a glimpse, I’d pretend I didn’t.Īnd there it was, as it would be since it was a tattoo. I forced my eyes to stay open even when I wanted to squeeze them shut. Sweeping aside my hair and holding it at my opposite shoulder, I raised the mirror and looked. ![]() I turned and lifted my free hand to my neck. I STOOD IN front of my bathroom mirror wearing my undies and bra and holding the handle of a large hand mirror. ![]()
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