Elizabeth had always been a good girl. One might even say she was a real life Goody Two-Shoes, who would never do anything wrong, much less immoral. Quite to the contrary, she was extremely virtuous, and, as a result, at the ripe old age of 24, she had never been intimate with a man. Or with another woman, not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Quite frankly, Elizabeth had grown tired of being a good girl. She hated it when guys (or girls) called her a cold bitch and she figured, with Halloween just around the corner, it was a good time to change her reputation to be a hot witch rather than a cold bitch.
Elizabeth walked into a Starbucks, ordered a pumpkin spice latte, and when she got to her table, she pulled a piece of cloth and her black Sharpie pen out of her handbag and started to sketch out a tattoo that she would get on her lower back later that day.
From now on, Elizabeth would no longer be a Goodie Two-Shoes. Elizabeth would solemnly swear to be up to no good.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Valeriia @ Pexels.