The last thing was the tattoo. It would bring a close to the rest of it. Once it was recorded to his skin, he wouldn’t need to remember it anymore.
Anton entered the shop to find a familiar looking motley crew. A group of young women looking to mark their friendship in ink.
A guy adding to the growing collection on that crawled up each series and to his jawline. A couple in love looking to make a mistake together.
Anton signed in at reception and waited for the temporary suffering that would come at the end of a needle.