This week's #SatSunTails had two prompts. The image below and this phrase:
“underneath the inconsequential”
A Vampire Story
“A tattoo? You got a freakin’ tattoo?” Eyes bulging, face stiff as plaster. Ma gave up expressions along with aging gracefully. “It’s the goddamn pageant tomorrow. Jesus God! Look at that thing!”
I finger the dressing on my neck. It’s not what you’d call unobtrusive, this tatt. Half butterfly, half bloody corpse. Symbolic, I like to think.
She drags a comb through platinum hair, nails gleaming like hellfire. “After all I’ve done for you! You freakin’ ingrate.”
I walk to fridge, fling open the door and stare. Rows of cartons. Tomato juice, she says. De-tox. Bending down, I pick up the bag I brought back from Cancun. It’s narrow, heavy.
“I’m sorry ma, I really am.”
After the last show, girls started disappearing. Rivals. I touch the cartons. They’re red, blood-red. Look underneath the inconsequential and you’ll always find something. Folks will do anything to stay young.
Opening the zipper, I reach for the stake.