My best friend,
Rachael, was feeling down because it had
been "one of those days."
pushed her auburn hair behind her ear and leaned
in for a hug. She grasped my
broad shoulders and dug her head beneath my
scruffy chin. I squeezed her as I
told her there was no need to cry. I was
confident that my next move would put
a smile on her face. I pulled her back away from
my chest and we gazed in to
each other’s eyes.
this is only gonna take a second, but don’t be
scared?" I said.
reached underneath the strap of her bright pink
tank top. Rachael had a look of
confusion on her face. I touched her butterfly
tattoo on her left shoulder and
let the magic take control.
are you doing?" she asked.
may feel a bit tingly for a second," I replied,
butterfly peeled off her skin and flew up into
the air. She was amazed.
what did you do?" she gasped
I do best" I said, "made you smile."
she looked at me she was indeed smiling ear to
ear. The butterfly swirled
around our heads. When Rachael put out her index
finger, the butterfly gently
the day Rachael, my now girlfriend, discovered
my power. I have been able to
make tattoos come to life since I was a child.
My first memory of ever doing it
was when I was five. I was lying in my mom’s lap
and she started tickling me.
As I squirmed around and laughed, I grabbed on
to her wrist a one moment. I
felt something under my fingers so I removed my
hand. The small rose tattoo on
my mother’s wrist was blooming right from her
skin. My mother and I both stared
in great shock. She freaked out, but she didn’t
want to touch the flower or
anything in fear that she could harm herself. I
slightly touched the rose on
one of the petals and we watched it sink back in
to my mother’s wrist. Back to
touch an animal tattoo and it would come to
life. The image will come to life
whatever size that it is on the body. Once,
there was a woman with a lion
tattooed on her lower back; she was a Leo. When
I brought it off her skin it
was no more than 6 inches long, it was still
roaring like a beast though. The
small feline was ferocious, the woman
occasionally let out an "Oh
my!", whenever the lion let out sounds.
incredible!" she uttered. "Thank you."
touch a quote and the letters would swirl in the
air until they landed back on
good friends are all really in to music, so they
have lyric tattoos. When I
touch them you can faintly here the words sing.
That was one instance where
even I was surprised at what my power enabled,
even I verbalized my "WOW",
when I first did that. My friend Matt has lyrics
from a Beatles song on his
arm. Sometimes we just hang around and let the
words circle us,
find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary
comes to me, speaking words of
wisdom. Let it be.
man. You know how much I love this" Matt would
touch a portrait tattoo and that person could
communicate right off of the
person’s body. Dead or alive it didn’t matter
who the person was. By far those
have been my favorite experiences. To allow
someone to speak to their deceased
mother or father right off of their body is a
truly beautiful moment to
witness. I didn’t need a "thank you" from those
people, I understood.
My power heals people.
I love what
I’m able to do. My power allows for interesting
events. One day, after I picked
Rachael up from work, we went to visit Ingrid,
one of Rachael’s cousins. She
had a beautiful portrait tattoo of her cat,
Wilbur. As a surprise, Rachael
wanted us to visit Ingrid at her apartment and
put a little magic in to her
day. I, of course, was looking to show off my
just passed away last year." said Ingrid.
I’m so sorry" I replied.
memorial tattoos are some of the most common. I
should know." Rachael
added. Her butterfly tattoo was her first. It’s
pink to honor her mother, who
survived breast cancer; above all others that
one has always been her favorite.
Wilbur for 14 years and it was so hard to have
to put him down."
this should take only seconds" I said casually.
on to her calve with both my hands and let it
happen. Suddenly, Wilbur walked
right off her leg and hopped on the rug beneath
us. Ingrid was brought to tears
at the sight of her old friend. Rachael and I
couldn’t help but smile back at
you, Neal" were the only words she could choke
a hyper little thing. He was active as a kitten.
The photograph Ingrid used
when she got the tattoo was of Wilbur as a young
feline, so it made sense he
acted as he would at the age of the image taken.
We were having great fun with
him; this was the part of my power that was most
rewarding. I left the girls
for a while to pick up food at the Korean
restaurant down the block. I was not
prepared for the events that unfolded once I
did you see Wilbur on your way up to the
apartment?!" Rachael screamed as
I entered the door.
why?" I replied.
The rest is
predictable, really. You take your eye off the
crazy cat for one second and
what do you know? He was gone. We searched and
searched for him. Because
tattoos come to life in the size they are on the
skin, a 4 ½ inch cat was not
so easy to locate. I was frantic! This had never
happened before and I had no
clue what would happen if I could not reattach
the tattoo. Ingrid was scared.
She began to cry and then Rachael noticed a rash
beginning to spread on
Ingrid’s leg where Wilbur used to be. I felt
awful. We had hoped Wilbur had not
escaped the house, if he did we’d be hopeless.
We locked all doors and shut every
window in order to trap Wilbur inside. Searching
Oh my gosh, what is happening to my leg?!?"
Ingrid was starting to feel
pain in her leg. "It’s burning! My entire flesh
feels like fire!"
speechless. We had to find Wilbur.
she’s hurt. Do something!" yelled Rachael.
don’t know what to do." I said shakily.
you should try touching the spot on her leg
where Wilbur is supposed to
be." she suggested. "Try anything, while I
search for him!" Then
she ran upstairs in panic.
over to Ingrid and gently placed my hands on her
skin. She was not affected by
this but my hands could feel the intense
throbbing from her leg. I could feel
how Ingrid felt. The pain was transmitting to my
hands and it hurt but I was
unable to remove my hands. Then I saw a flash in
Wilbur running around the house with a young
girl. This girl was Ingrid. The
little girl was playing with the small kitten
and smiling ear to ear. Then next
image was of an older Ingrid sick in bed, with
Wilbur next to her on the bed. I
saw every memory Ingrid had of her Wilbur. From
his playful kitten days to the
final kiss she gave him on the vet’s table.
A piece of
Ingrid was missing. Not just the image from her
leg but a piece of her life.
The meaning of the tattoo’s absence was the
cause of the pain, not because the
ink was out of her skin.
in your laundry basket" I said as I was released
from my trance.
laundry basket?" repeated Ingrid.
where he always used to sleep, right?" I asked.
looked confused and wondered how I knew that. I
took my hands off her and ran
upstairs to her bedroom. Rachael had just got in
there and looked under the
got to be in here!" I announced as I walked
through the bead curtain
covering the closet and down in the laundry
basket was a little sleeping
his calm soft body downstairs and quickly ran to
Ingrid to heal her pain. I set
him on her leg and in the blink of an eye, the
little cat was back beneath
Ingrid’s skin just the way he had been
positioned as a tattoo. It was soothing
for her; I could tell by the sigh she was able
to let out. She was back
together again, because no pieces were missing.
She was complete.
A tattoo is
not just an image permanently put in to the
skin. A tattoo is more than art.
Once something has gone so deep in your skin it
cannot help but be a part of
you as a whole. So the next time you see someone
with an interesting tattoo,
compliment them for being bold enough to display
a part of themselves on the
outside for the world to see. I feel like a
rebel with a cause. I bring art to
life. I have had a variety of canvases. And I
will master my power one tattoo
at a time.
let’s stay in tonight. Just you and me." said
perfectly fine with that" I replied. Then I
walked over and kissed her as
I touched her shoulder. When our lips parted, we
both looked up and saw the
playful pink butterfly fluttering in air between