I looked at her hands. They were covered in eraser tattoos—a constellation of pale, shiny scars. The first one had faded to a silvery half-moon. Then came a star on her wrist (the night we snuck into the reservoir). A small heart near her elbow (the day her father left). A jagged line across her knuckles (the week we thought we’d lost each other to high school and stupid fights).
Maya held a college acceptance letter from Berkeley. I held a toolbox and a one-way bus ticket to Nashville, where I’d work construction with my uncle.
by J.M. Lane
Eraser Tattoo Short Story Pdf -
I looked at her hands. They were covered in eraser tattoos—a constellation of pale, shiny scars. The first one had faded to a silvery half-moon. Then came a star on her wrist (the night we snuck into the reservoir). A small heart near her elbow (the day her father left). A jagged line across her knuckles (the week we thought we’d lost each other to high school and stupid fights).
Maya held a college acceptance letter from Berkeley. I held a toolbox and a one-way bus ticket to Nashville, where I’d work construction with my uncle. eraser tattoo short story pdf
by J.M. Lane
