Gemotions

From the moment she saw the picture, Amelia was consumed. The internet, a den of thieves. Her intricately detailed portrait of a hummingbird, replicated without permission on someone's calf. The image burned in her mind.

She grabbed her sketchbook, ripping out the last clean page and scribbling furiously, the graphite scratching against the paper. The pencil snapped. She threw it across the room.

She picked up her phone and started searching. Tattoos like this had to be done somewhere. She would use every last dime she had. She had to locate the tattoo artist. She needed to know who this person was.