Honor
I lay on the tattoo bed, nerves on edge, and my mind spiraling as I waited for Josh to finish getting his station ready. This was it. My first tattoo. The design Josh had sketched out stared back at me on his tablet. I was looking at it. I really loved it. Two chef knives with curved handles to make the perfect heart. Their blades looked sharp with the image of the paint brush making an S trail in bright red, baby blue, and lavender. And then the dripping ends with the same colors pooling together. We changed that part from the paint splotches. I liked it. This was me. My love of cooking and painting with the soft colors all in one.
“Almost ready, Honor. I’m gonna wash your thigh and then shave it before we get started. You okay with that?” Josh asked.
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
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