I started this series of short stories way back in 2016, and I’ve finally reached number 100.
This story has been bubbling away for some time. It started, like many stories, from an image that popped into my head—a man covered into tattoos, each one related to an important part of his life. I wasn’t sure what to do with this image, played about with it for a while, and over the last month it became more coherent.
As the 100th story, this is a suitable point to draw a line under this 1000-word story project, and this story feels like a good one to close on.