Fine line black and grey arrow with dotwork dots and thin circles on the side of the torso.

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Arrow and circles on the side

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A single arrow runs vertically across the skin, with its head at the top and feathered fletching at the base. Thin single-needle linework forms the shaft and outlines, while dotted lines and stippled dots add texture around a stack of overlapping circles behind the arrow. The tattoo is entirely black ink in varying greys on pale skin, centred in a close, softly lit photograph.

Fine line Dotwork Geometric Ribs Arrow Circle Dot Line Feather Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The orrery had been cracked since the Lincolnshire fair, and Mags swore the brass moon sat a finger's width off its track. Dad said nobody could tell. I could tell. Every evening I wound the crank while the generator coughed behind the dodgems and the rings of little circles turned slowly around the central pin, dotted with the stippled light from the bulbs. The man who ran the Hall of Mirrors said the rings were older than the fair, older than the town, and that the arrow fixed through the middle was the only thing that had never moved.

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On the last night of the season a woman in a grey coat paid her penny for a go and asked me, not the machine, where the arrow was pointing. I told her it pointed at the Dog and Bell pub, because that was the only thing I could see through the gap in the tent. She laughed and said no, it pointed at wherever you were going to be when it landed. Then she took the crank from my hand and gave it one long turn backwards.

The rings shivered and slid. The brass moon clicked into true. When I looked up again the grey coat had gone, and the field was empty except for the trampled grass and the ticket stub she had left folded beside the pin. It said, in neat pencil, Leave by the north gate. I kept the stub in my shoe all winter, and in spring I walked north.