There on the soft skin beside the bone of her hip is a tattoo still fresh and tender. A tiny heart-shaped lock wrapped in soft twirling ivy. Just like mine. I can’t breathe anymore. My whole body is falling to pieces. I can’t stand. That tattoo meant so much to me at one point in my life. As everything starts to go black all I can see is the face of the man who wears the key to that lock forever etched into his body. Cash.
