A few weeks ago, I posted a link about something called Post-It Note Fiction. This is my first attempt. Its theme is a Mother, in honor of the holiday this weekend. Actually, that was just a happy accident!
I typing the "short" story out in case you can't read my less-than-stellar handwriting.
MOM
My mother believed there was nothing as vulgar as a tattoo. She passed away last year. I was sick with grief. I was so angry, I decided to get my own tattoo. I got a heart on my right hip. Now my mom visits my dreams to tell me how much she hates it. I don't mind, I am happy to see her.
