Picture It and Write It-Scars in Ink

Thank you Ermilia for the kick ass photo prompt this week.

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The tattoo is the mark of the soul.
It can act as a window through which we can see inside,
or it can be a shield to protect us from those that can not see past the surface.

They lie side by side in a king size bed. Their black lab, Mowgli, takes up the other half. He juts his paws out and appears to be running as he dreams. A soft whimper escapes from his open mouth.

“What do you think he’s dreaming of?, Damon inquires.

“Chasing rabbits in the woods,” Rhiannon replies.

“Why do you think he’s chasing rabbits?”

“Because he’s smiling.”

Damon shakes his head and chides, “Dogs don’t smile honey.”

“Mowgli does, but only when rabbits are involved,” Rhiannon giggles.

Damon turns on his side and faces Rhiannon. She is so beautiful. Green eyes, freckled nose, and red hair. Real red hair.

She continues to lie on her stomach but turns her head to stare into his blue eyes.  He begins to gently trace the lines of ink on her back. Wishing he could understand her need to have a needle full of color driven continuously into her skin. It becoming an amalgamation of many stories into one. Harmonious in its chaos.

She looks at him. “You want to know why, don’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Is it that important to you?”

Damon lies and tells her, “no.”

Eyeing Damon suspiciously she begins to speak. The tale that Rhiannon weaves is almost beyond comprehension. He had no idea the pain she’s endured during her life. He wonders how she ever made it. A beautiful, broken woman with ink permanently etched into her skin. They are her scars and badges of honor. Rhiannon wears them proudly to prove that she is a survivor. Oh God, how Damon loves her. Even with her scars.

“My step father raped me and then passed me around to his friends. I was a young girl and confused. It felt good to be needed. Felt good when he touched me. I thought he cared about me. As I grew older, he wanted less to do with me, and his attention turned to my little sister. I endured pain and humiliation, but I would be damned if he was going to touch her. One night while he and my mother slept, I shot him. I made sure that he would never touch another young girl again, especially my baby sister.”

Damon stares at her unblinking. He can’t believe his ears.

“You asked me why, and now I’ve told you. The images cut into my skin are reminders of a life left behind. I didn’t get charged with anything and Sis was safe. At 15, I became a grown up, but my innocence was gone long before that.”

“I have no idea what to say,” Damon admits.

“There’s nothing to say, and no balm invented to fix me,” Rhiannon explains. “Isn’t that all we ultimately are, scars that have been repaired?”

“I guess you’re right, but I’m sorry. That’s all I can think of to say.”

Looking into his eyes she says, “that’s all you need to say, and that you love me.”

“I love you Rhiannon, with everything I have.”

She rolls over and into Damon’s waiting arms. He kisses every inch of the tattoo on her back. Rhiannon gives a contented sigh, and watches as Mowgli continues to dream of rabbits and smile his doggy smile.

41 thoughts on “Picture It and Write It-Scars in Ink

  1. That was beautiful! I mean, really so. It caught and held me. I am one of those 50 something olds who understand tattoos; I don’t want any, but I understand the need.
    Keep writing like that; it fits you well.
    Scott

  2. I tatoo the act not the people. The act is the ultimate thing to heal. People are easy to forget unless they are close in relationship. But people should not tatoo. We are all different. there is not one person that is the enitre same.

  3. we all carry our scars in our own way. I too love my ink and the stories it holds for me. each one a tiny piece of a larger puzzle. Helping me hold on to some things and letting go of others.

  4. Hey awesome story Renee, it’s great to hear from you! Really compelling hook to your story, I would add an ironic twist to it… like Rhiannon manipulating one of her step dad’s friends to fall in love with her. By playing the Jezebel, she pits both men to fight over her, eventually stabbing each other fatally during the knife fight. Now that’s a twisted turn, lol, sneering over the bodies with an evil smile. That’s blood ink she’s wearing, marked for revenge! Whatcha think?😀

  5. Beautiful and grotesque — like picking up a rock and seeing all the creepy crawlies underneath, unable to tear your gaze away. Simply wonderfully bittersweet tale, darling. Have you thought of developing this character more? (I’ll have to delve deeper into your writing so see if I’ve jumped the gun with my query). Thanks for finding me, I’m glad I found you and your writing.

    • Thank you so much for your kind comments. WOW! Rhiannon and Damon are newer characters of mine. Haven’t developed them a whole lot yet. I’ve written another story about them available on your android or iphone from Ether Books. It’s a free download titled, Sounds of Orioles and the Taste of Lemonade. I’m tickled we’ve found each other.

      • I looked on iTunes, but no go… looks like I have to install the Ether app — I look forward to reading more. Gotta go — I have an idiot house guest who insists I hear his latest musical masterpiece — though to be honest, it kind of sounds like something by The Doors.

  6. So Rhiannon’s a city girl, then? (I love the name — one of my favourite Fleetwood Mac songs) All that citrus, all that juice — so sensual — all the little attention to detail, I could almost smell the oranges and the vodka & lemonade (though for me, it will always be grapefruit juice, darling). I like that she’s got mystery — I almost feel like you gave too much away now with this story — but then, one childhood trauma is not necessarily the total sum contents of Pandora’s Box, is it? Thanks again. (It turns out that my Accidental Plagiarist has written “Love Me Two Times.” Poor guy — I think he’s indulged in far too many funky pharmaceuticals, and his mind’s not quite functional.)

    • I’m honored you read it. Thank you. Tell your friends to read it too. Giggle.

      As for your friend, tell him to tone down the pharmaceuticals and his muse will return.

      And Rhiannon, I believe she has more secrets up her sleeve. At least I hope she does.

      XOXOXXOXOXOXOXO

  7. Another piece of wonderful writing, as I read it I knew it must be based on truth nothing could be so sad and loving at the same time could be anything else, You have a lovely talent, I bred black labs in my distant past and they do smile when dreaming chasing rabbits or just just standing wet and muddy on your wooden floor looking for forgiveness with a chuckle. Alistair x

    • I have a deep love for animals, especially dogs. I used to breed Schnauzers. I still have three of the crazy mutts. I love them to pieces. My characters are based on people I know. The sexual abuse on something that happened in my past. I never shot anyone, but I sure would like to have. I’m learning that the pen is mightier than the sword. Thank you for your kind compliments. xoxoxoxoxoxox

  8. Stunning Renee, This is a hugely powerful entry, shocking and so so sad that things like this really happen.
    Ive just read some of the comments and found it DID happen to you.
    I was going to ask because you’re writing like the story is personal, but you’ve caught me before.;-)

    I wouldn’t change anythinge Renee, it’s perfect as is.🙂
    Hope you are all ok sparkly, , but just in case I’m sending a massive hug for you sweetie ((hug))
    Love n a whole load of hugs xxx

    • Hello there my sweet Seadog. I’m doing very well indeed. I’m taking all the hugs I can get though, so thank you! Hugs and kisses back at ya. I won’t change a bit of the story then. As I said, I didn’t shoot anyone, though I do hope the bastards are dead. Rhiannon and Damon are figments of my imagination. Sort of. But I’ll never elaborate. Giggle. Hope you’re healthy and well. Mwah!

  9. This is one of those lost faith in humanity moments. I don’t understand how people can violate young girls like that. So glad Damon reacted the way he did. There’s really no good way to react to news like that, but saying “”I love you,” and not taking it out on the victim is how it should be.

    • Yes it is honey. It’s awful the horrible things that can be done to children. Damon’s character is a good man. I’ve written about him before. Rhiannon is good too, just damaged. I hope you liked the story. Thanks for the comment.

  10. I like the insistence, both in the dialogue and the narrative, that the dog is smiling. And I liked the idea behind this line: “Isn’t that all we ultimately are, scars that have been repaired?”

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