#WritcoStoryPrompt25
I stared at the letters tattooed into my right forearm. I had no memory how I had got it or why I was in a hospital gown or why I was floating at the edge of a muddy, river bank. I had absolutely no memory of who I was…

and to this day, I still don't know..but, let me tell you something.. I don't care..

you see..all that is in the past..yes, I have an ugly tattoo..but it's a small price to pay..

it's like.. you know, loving someone..losing them, moving on..get my drift..

but damn, that tattoo..

I really have no idea where that came from.. well, if your name is Cindy, perhaps you could help me..if for no other reason, at least to get my girlfriend off my back.. she's really on my case..and I mean.. bigtime