'Snap Decision' by Davis W

Billie sat shaking in the tattooist’s chair. Pneumatic needles and various other implements hung from the walls like a torture chamber.

“And what can I do for you, my dear?” the burly tattoo artist asked as he entered the room.

“I….erm….”

“First time? Nerves are natural. Relax, I’ll take care of you.”

“If you had a tattoo, what would you have?” Billie blurted.

“I….what?” I have tattoos. What do you want?”

“But if you had to choose.”

“A flaming skull speaking the words ‘shit happens’ written across my forehead.”

“I’ll have that, please.”