The Weekday One Hundred

Madness. It was the only word that fit.

For almost five decades she’d kept her body free of ink. It wasn’t hard – getting a tattoo was never a temptation. Sure she admired the art form, but what image could she tolerate for a lifetime?

Then one day there was a match online. A month later she was at her date’s studio, sitting on a table, her left shoulder exposed.

A tattoo. Never in a million years did she think she’d ever get one.

But never in a million years did she think she’d ever fall in love with a woman.