He noticed her in line. Rainbow hair, both arms inked from wrist to shoulder, blazing
galleries of colour, pink flamingos and purple mountains.
At the bar, he felt a hand on the small of his back, gentle breath in his ear. “Come” she
whispered. She led him by the hand and sashayed through the dull beat of limbs and bodies of the ordinary. Outside, he noticed the tattoo of a rose on her stark white back was achromatic, ashen like the embers of yesterday's fire. “You’re my first” she said, and his world turned to black.
Dan is a BA Hons creative writing graduate who will be starting an MA in creative writing at Lancaster University in October. He has had micro fiction published previously and is now working on a screenplay and his first novel.
This story won 1st Prize in the May 24 Monthly Micro Competition