Inked, armed and ready

This was it. There was no going back now

As the whirring process started, she felt a small pinprick, then nothing. Was this it? Nothing more than this? This opened up a great many possibilities

Mind aflame with implications, she thought about future themes, motifs and combinations. Truly, this changed things

Alas, like so many other things, only one possibility could be pursued at a time. Reining in her eager anticipation of the future, she turned her attention back to the present. Her tattooist, hard at work, showed off her excellent motor skills. Which – now that she thought about it – was entirely appropriate, given the motif

Soon, the word “Mechanic” was written on her arm. The arm of a mechanic, and a mechanic arm

She could get used to this

The first minute of a new day

This was it

He had been up all night working on his application, and now it was done. Perfect. Complete. All he had to do was to click the button. That was it. Everything else, all the details, all the things – they were done. The one thing left was to make the decision to push the button

He hesitated

Then, suddenly, at that very moment, the playlist moved onto a new song. As Gil Scott-Heron voiced the famous introductory words “Well, the first thing I want to say is: Mandate my ass!”, he thought


This is precisely the energy I want to bring into what I’m about to do

He clicked the button