Ink

An unwanted phone number scribbled in haste a few moments ago has come to life on Tracy’s palm. The numbers, written in ink, have begun a countdown, but a countdown to what? She desperately scans the city street for a clue but sees nothing. The countdown reaches zero, a scream echoes from across the street. Tracy knows she must do something, but what?

Tracy is a frustrated classically trained artist making ends meet as a graphic artist who removes the pounds and pockmarks from Crazy Eddie print ads. She stumbles into Quincy in the local coffee shop and when he rudely scribbles his phone number on her hand her life makes a sharp right turn into the bizarre. When those numbers begin a countdown, everything changes for her. Her life is indelibly changed as her new inky abilities plunge her into a well of intrigue. She discovers that ink on her skin leads her into an adventure that begins with a run in with Mr. Right and ends in a showdown with Mr. Big.

Told in first person, Tracy’s wit and irreverence permeate this story, giving it a voice all its own. Whether she predicts how many mass murderers are currently sitting around her on the bus, knowing that the girl braiding her hair in jail is ranked somewhere on the Most Wanted list, or forgetting whether homeless people prefer to be referred to as outdoorsmen or campers, Tracy’s personality in the narrative brings a new dimension to the story.