© Bruce Goodman 14 June 2016
Clifton had always wanted a tattoo.
His father was furious when Cliff came home from staying at a friend’s place and had a tattoo on his arm.
“You’re only sixteen,” said his father. “You don’t know what you want till you’re older.”
“It’s my body,” said Cliff.
“You’re too young to do what you like with it,” said his father.
But Cliff was pleased with his tattoo. It had the name “Virginia” over roses and lilies.
The following week Virginia dumped him.