A Temporary Mark

Elizabeth was almost nine months pregnant. She was bent over a table at a tattoo parlor, getting a temporary tattoo in the worst part of town. Yusuuf was beside her.

"So she wants..." the artist said uncertainly.

"A tattoo of Somolia on her ass. You know, the Great Horn of Africa." The tattoo artist's eyebrows raised.

"Oh."

"So I can see the Great Horn while I give her my great horn," Yusuuf said knowingly. The artist chuckled.