Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 17th 2017 in Microfiction

“So … what are we going with here?” the tattoo artist asked. Mitchell paused. “Celtic knot design,” he said, pointing to a page in the book. “Great choice,” came the reaction. “Summoning spell or long life?” “Long life,” Mitchell answered, “but just one.” “Really? Go big or go home, huh?” the tattoo artist grinned, loading the ink gun. “Could we do a single long life with the option to extend?” Mitchell asked, suddenly unsure. “Absolutely,” the artist said. “I’ll hide a Do Over sigil at the base of the knot in red (kind of like a panic button); once activated, that will take you back about 30 years.” “Great,” Mitchell said, settling into the chair with a sigh. The tattoo artist lit the circle of candles, drew the required sigils, and began to intone. “Deep breaths; try to relax,” he said. Mitchell’s eyes shot open when the inking began. “Holy crap, that hurts,” he exclaimed, gripping the chair (but not moving) until his knuckles were white. “Yeah,” the tattoo artist said. “It will. For a long time. Life burns, man.”

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