Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Red-Devil Tattoo
"The prisoner pulled up his shirt with one hand. He looked composed. Winged ants and fire ants ran wildly across his legs as if they smelled something palatable. Sarge stepped back, and the prisoner’s gaze followed him, studying Sarge’s little red devil. He flashed his grin, the same devil grin on Sarge’s arm."