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This week I am starting a new story called "Thistle Tattoo". The first portion of this was included in the Take Two: A Second Chance Anthology" that was released last summer. When the whole novel is completed, you'll be able to read it in its entirety.
To catch you up, Rhett is a veteran suffering from PTSD. Morgan, his best friend from high school, appears at the doorstep of his motel room back in the town they grew up in moments before he attempts to take his own life. She takes him back to her tattoo parlor/apartment to watch over him and encourage him to get a new start.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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They strolled down the street still holding hands as they made their way to Aunt Sally’s cafe. The “coffee shop” sign hung far enough off the porch for those passing by to see. Small metal tables with a couple of matching chairs waited on the hunter green wooden porch for patrons who wanted to enjoy the weather. Flower pots full of blooms dangled above the white railing. The color of the blossoms were a sharp contrast to the predominant green and white that surrounded them.
Morgan and Rhett hopped up the porch steps and strode to the white painted door. The glass was draped with curtains. A cheery “We’re Open” sign greeted them.
Morgan froze in her tracks. She hadn’t stepped in this place since she left. While her appearance wouldn’t have caught a second glance in New York City, there would be plenty of people inside who would be quick to judge her purple hair and the ink that ran across her skin.
For the first time in years, she was ashamed of what she had done. For the first time in a long time, she cared about what others thought of her.
She pulled her hand free from Rhett’s.
He frowned at her. “What’s up?”
She gave him a half shrug as she struggled with what to say. “It might be best if we keep our distance in here.”
“Excuse me? I thought you had my back.”
“I do. I always will. But to these people, you are a war hero. Me? I’m a tattooed degenerate. Do you really want to be associated with me?”
He stared at her for a moment then gave her a small grin. “Ask if I give two shits what they think.” He slipped his fingers between hers, twisted the door knob and led her inside.