she had tattoos everywhere.
well, there were just so many that it seemed that way.
there was one on the back of her neck that i was curious about the most
"oh, the lotus?" she had guessed, even parting her hair so that i could see truly, "for the serenity that i know i should find in the future."
"so, like, a buddha thing?" i had asked, making her laugh, smile, and shake her head.
"no no, not buddha, but a self-help thing. like, mindfulness and crap." she let go of her hair.
the lotus disappeared.
"can't you just get books for that stuff?"
"yeah, if i was someone who actually read."
"what, you can't tell me you didn't look through a book to find out that a lotus means peace crap."
"it doesn't, exactly, you know? i just, think that lotus flowers are peaceful to look at it."
i understood what she was meaning, i just liked hearing her talk.
liked listening to her reasons.
YOU ARE READING
imprint -- an original short story
Short Storyafter a single night with the gorgeous and unique mira grant, cole jefferson finds himself immersed in finding out everything and anything he can about her. // inspired by "show and tell" - said the sky ft. claire ridgely
