The Story My Ink Tells

''"They say that behind every tattoo there is a story. It's my job to hear that story and then turn it into a masterpiece unique to each person, their thoughts and emotions being engraved into their skin with the ink. I'm not merely a tattoo artist, I'm a story teller who leaves my mark on all who listen." ''

Lindsay Cameron

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The Rose Garden was quiet today, no more appointments had been scheduled beyond the one at ten that morning and that lady had wanted a simple butterfly to commemorate her stillborn child. Soft sunlight filtered through the open window and a light breeze fluttered the thin curtains drawn back to frame them. Lindsay Cameron twirled his pencil in his fingers, sitting behind his shop's consultation counter as he worked on a new design for his wings to give them a bit of a maintenance upgrade when they came into their working forms. His black, sleeveless hoodie hung open over a white tank white the black outline of an enlarged middle finger being the main focus of the design and he occasionally tugged at the strings in thought. A small chime interrupted, signaling someone had entered and he quickly picked up his head and gave a small smile while greeting, "Welcome to the Rose Garden, how may I help you today?"