Then she climbed down the fire escape, and I watched her walk away, her hand still raised behind her, the red mark glowing like a small, furious heart.
I thought for a second. “Leaving.”
“Why?”
“An eraser tattoo isn’t really an eraser,” she said softly. “It’s the opposite. It makes sure you never rub it out.” eraser tattoo short story pdf
by J.M. Lane
“Do it again,” she whispered.
Then she climbed down the fire escape, and I watched her walk away, her hand still raised behind her, the red mark glowing like a small, furious heart.
I thought for a second. “Leaving.”
“Why?”
“An eraser tattoo isn’t really an eraser,” she said softly. “It’s the opposite. It makes sure you never rub it out.”
by J.M. Lane
“Do it again,” she whispered.
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