Fine line abstract tattoo of arcs, dashed lines and two shaded spheres across a person's upper back and shoulder.

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Abstract lines and spheres across a back

Fine line · Back · Mixed · Photo

The photograph shows the bare upper back of a person, seen from behind, with an abstract tattoo of thin arcs, straight strokes and dashed lines. Two solid spheres sit on the design, one dark and near-black in the lower left and one shaded in muted red-brown towards the right shoulder. The linework is crisp and fine against warm skin, with the rounded forms giving the composition weight on a plain red background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tuesday, 03:10. The gantry has been making the same arc all night, the slow swing of it over the treatment couch, and I have stopped hearing it the way you stop hearing a fridge. Harold, who has run the physics bay since before the building had a lift that worked, says the arc is the only thing in here that never lies about where it has been. I wrote that down because he said it like a proverb and I wanted to check it later.

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The dashed lines are the beams. Not real ones, obviously. Marco drew them on the back of a printout while we waited for the QA run to finish, four short strokes for each field, and the long straight lines he added after, going everywhere, as if the dose had nowhere it preferred to go. The dark ball is the water phantom we fill on Thursdays, black in the scan because nothing gets through it. The red-brown one is the clay sphere from the drawer, the one with a chip out of its equator that Harold will not let anyone replace.

At four the alarm on the second console starts counting down, and everyone stops talking at once. Marco runs the check, I read the numbers aloud, and for eleven minutes the room is nothing but a voice saying within tolerance and a pen scratching. Then it is. Harold sits down on the step stool and laughs for a long time without making any sound.

I am going to copy the drawing onto the spare sheet tonight and pin it above my locker. Not because it means anything. Because it is the only picture I have seen this month that shows exactly where everything was pointed, and where it missed.

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