A woman seen from behind on a beach, raising one arm to show a dark ornamental tattoo on her upper arm and a small tattoo on her lower back.

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Arm and back tattoos on a beach

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with long, wavy, sun-lightened hair stands at the edge of the sea, seen from behind with her left arm raised to her head. A dark, ornamental tattoo with bold solid shapes runs across her upper arm, and a small tattoo sits low on her back near the bikini straps. The composition is set against pale sand, turquoise water and a clear sky, with two swimmers small in the background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had counted the boats twice before she noticed the one that was missing, and by then the wind had dropped and the swell was rolling in long and pale across the bar. Her grandmother's net hung over the wall to dry, its mesh stiff with salt, and she worked her thumb along a split cord the way she had been taught, knot after knot, without looking at her hands.

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The knot was the thing her grandfather had carved into the lintel of the net shed, a wedge of black wood with four heavy lobes that locked together like fists. He said no fish could slip a knot cut that deep. He also said the sea kept accounts, and that a person who lost count would one day be owed something back. Nell had never believed him until the morning the radio crackled with the name of the boat, and she had gone down to the slip in her boots with the net still over her shoulder.

She waited there with the other women and a dog that would not stop barking. Two swimmers far past the breakers had turned back for the shore, and she watched them come in with her hand flat against her chest, as if she could steady the count herself.

When the boat came round the point, its engine coughing, Nell saw the old canvas flag lifted high on the mast, the same four-lobed knot her grandfather had painted on it fifty years before. She set the net down on the stones, tied off the loose end, and began, at last, to breathe.