I interrupted Tom as he was minding his own business walking
through town. His eye caught my eye.
“Excuse me." I said, "That’s an interesting tattoo.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I take a picture of it, of you as well?”
“Mmm, yes. What’s it for?”
Tom took out his earphones when I’d approached him and after
explaining why I was bothering him he willingly let me take a few photographs.
I asked if he had more tattoos than the ones visible.
“Are they all over your body?” I asked.
“I’m getting there,” he responded shyly.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m not going to ask you to look at
them all.”
We smiled together at the thought.
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