The Tattoo Artist

tattoo, ghost story, blog post

By Vogler from Wikimedia Commons.

As a tattoo artist, Jilly had met many “unusual” people, but this particular repeat customer was the most unique.

Jilly shivered as the tall lean woman floated through the parlor door and sank immediately into Jilly’s “design” chair.

“Hi!” Jilly greeted with a nervous wave of her hand. Usually blunt and confident, Jilly’s demeanor changed when this client appeared weekly.

Jilly began again: “This is your 13th appointment.” Continue reading

Eating My Words

eating my words, blogging, Winston Churchill“What’s for breakfast?” my son asks. He’s visiting from California thanks to a Boston business trip.

Malevolent . Ensorcell. Palatable.

Sean watches me pour the words into my cereal bowl. “Are you adding milk to that?” he wonders out loud.

“I like my words dry,” I respond.

My sophisticated adult son sits down with a thud. The look in his gray-green eyes changes from amusement to concern in seconds.  Continue reading