• The Friday Muse

    The Friday Muse: Tattoos

    She stood before the council, her courage weathered but intact. It had taken weeks for them to finally catch up to her, and when they finally did she allowed them to capture her. She was tired of the cat and mouse. She would much rather be a caged panther. “What do you say for yourself?” Ringwolm, the council elder addressed her. She said nothing. The scent of leather and various colognes and perfumes lazily drifted through the council chambers. The air in the room felt stifling. She had a hard time breathing in the stuffy air. The council shifted uncomfortably in their seats. The three men and three women –…