He’d foolishly hoped it’d be different this time. Having a child doesn’t guarantee a lifetime of togetherness. Nothing lasts forever—not even crappy love tattoos, he realised eyeing the laser.

This is my entry for day 18 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: laser.

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