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The Skin Gallery
by
Leslie R. Lee
Copyright 2009
He stared at the rain splashing against the sign in his window. Tattoos the sign said. Tattoos by Mike, another sign said. Mike scratched his stubble.
He hated the rain.
Rain meant stay home.
Rain meant wait until tomorrow when the sun will shine again.
Rain meant no customers.
He sighed and dug into an armpit.
Who was he fooling anyway? Staying late on a Wednesday. How many customers had there been all fucking day?
It was time to go. Get home, open a cold one, kick back, and watch some news. Maybe take tomorrow off. Go get a new Harley. Ride off into the sunset and never come back. Ever.
He heaved up his great bulk and slouched towards the glass door.
He reached for the lock.
The door swung open.
Someone stood there.
It wore a black hat.
It wore a black trench coat buttoned all the way up to the neck.
She.