The Sunday school teacher

Tattoos fascinated her. The Bible fascinated her. Her favourite tattoo would be an angel, his head on her shoulders, his halo brightening her neckline, his wings stretching along her arms and extending beyond her fingertips. But she didn’t possess the courage to endure such an ordeal. The rewards, though, the rewards. A permanent reminder. Of his touch. In her life. His touch becoming her touch, reaching out and touching everyone’s life, making him known to anyone, to everyone. The pain, though, the pain, of those needles banging into her skin like nails. Shuddering, she prayed for her weakness to strengthen.

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This one hundred word flash fiction story of mine has been inspired by my reading and enjoyment of the flash fiction stories posted on The Drabble.

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