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The Tattoo by Michael Clark

 

Shanika had known him since she was 12. She always thought that she hated him.

He was an asshole. His temper volatile. However now she realizes that he was her asshole. Despite all of the vitriol and hatred that she had personally piled on him and encouraged her younger siblings to as well, her “Mom’s Husband” had always been there for her.

She refused to call him her stepdad or stepfather or anything other than her Mother’s husband. She even refused to call him Dennis although it was his name. She definitely wasn’t going to call him by his nickname “D-Nice”, No he was only ever her Mom’s husband.

When he called off work and rented a tux for the father daughter dance, he was just her Mom’s husband.

Flew her biological father to her graduation, paid for the ticket, let him stay at his house, her mom’s husband.

Held her during her first heartbreak while her mother was in the Philippines, her mom’s husband.

When she thought she was pregnant he had taken her to the doctor and didn’t tell her Mom.

When she admitted it in anger he had faced her Mother’s resentment and never blamed her.

When her mother put her out he had told His wife that if Shanika left so did he. He was still just her Mother’s Husband.

No matter how often he picked her up from work or loaned her money, covered for her, gave her his last he was not her father and he would always be simply some guy who had married her mother.

Then he died.

She saw the accident, the flames, the tangled burning mess, the skull aflame in the car that he loved so much.

He was supposed to be picking her up from work.

He had just finished his own 16 hour shift preceded by 16 hours the day before.

When he wasn’t there she called him several times.

Finally she had been forced to take an Uber.

She was cursing him out from the backseat of the Uber when she saw the fire trucks and the police cars. Shanika recalls smelling the odor of his flesh cooking remembers that it reminded her of the roller foods at her job.

It took her a long time to put the guilt she felt at Dennis’s death behind her. Time and counseling.

The guilt abated somewhat.

She felt that she needed to do more.

That she needed to honor the ex-gangbanger, ex-con, man that had tried to love her. She wants to celebrate him in some way now that he is dead.

The tattoo parlor is the type of place he would have loved. It smelled like Marijuana and unrecognized potential.

Just like him.

Potential, that she knows Dennis “D-Nice” Wells would have attained to had he not quit school and taken on a second job.

Potential, that was buried by his love for her mother and his willingness to care for four children that were not his. Four children who reminded him of the fact that he is not their father all the while that he worked to feed them.

The tattoo artist is older and when she tells him what she wants He asks if it is the same D-Nice he knew.

Because the tattooist knew her step-father, The Rip D-Nice is a lot more elaborate then Shanika had intended.

It’s big.

Over the top.

Flamboyant.

All of the things the man himself had been.

She knows it won’t bring him back, knows that it’s too late for apologies.

The tattoo matches the man.

Her mom’s husband.

The only dad she’s ever known. Her stepdad.

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Michael Clark

Michael Clark, who has been called Big Cheese since he was a teenager is a multiple genre writer.
The former athlete and bodyguard says that he is simply a reporter who tells the story of his characters. Just a thought.

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  1. Anjela says

    January 2, 2020 at 11:40 pm

    I was surprised how quickly I was pulled into this story. The build-up was nice, as was the ending. Well done!

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  2. Tricia says

    October 7, 2019 at 3:10 am

    Michael Clark, this is one of the best contemporary short stories I’ve read in a very long time. Your story evokes so much with a few simple, but well-chosen, words. Thank you.

    Frank, I couldn’t disagree with you more. In those two words–“her stepdad”–the author sums up Shanika’s deep emotional shift; amazingly, he does it precisely, too.

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  3. Frank says

    October 6, 2019 at 2:24 pm

    Great. Not saying that just to be polite. I’ve tried to put real or imaginary lives on paper but it’s come out flat, or ridiculous.

    And folks wonder why I keep losing friends:

    If Shanika were to read this to a live audience, “Her (my) stepdad” would be a perfect choked-voice ending. But on the page or on the monitor seems–seems–just two words extra. Can’t give you any “How to Write Stuff”
    reason. . . Still Great.

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