Three Line Tales: I close my eyes

three line tales, week 31: tattoos  and sliver rings

photo by Alex Hockett


When the Ashwood Hotel went up in flames one night, Mum just nodded, a look of grim satisfaction on her face. ‘No surprise, with that lot,’ she said, referring to the bikers that had been the pub’s main clientele.

When it was rebuilt as part of a chain – all mock beams and Happy Hours and two for one curries on a Thursday night – her smile broadened. ‘I like the carpet,’ she said.

I made no comment throughout the renovation, never spoke of nights in the back bar, of the smell of spilled beer and stale cigarette smoke, of swaying to the jukebox, my eyes closed. Of tattooed hands, blue black against my skin.

At night, alone in my room, I put the radio on and close my eyes.


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the photo, write a tale. See here to play along and to read the other stories.

20 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: I close my eyes

  1. As I was reading, David Bowie’s lyrics flew into my head:
    Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
    Hot tramp, I love you so!
    .. although your protagenist prabably dresses demurely and acts respectable when her mother is around.
    As always, I love it.

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