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Bare tree tattoo on the side ribs
Traditional · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo
A large bare tree with a twisting trunk and spreading, leafless branches is tattooed down the side of the torso. The linework is dark and fairly bold, with soft grey shading along the trunk to suggest roots and bark. The tattoo fills most of the frame against smooth skin, with a belt and denim jeans visible at the bottom edge.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The last oak on Halden Ridge had been dead for eleven years before anyone thought to cut it down, and by then its roots had already found the water pipes under the old orchard. You walk the terraces each dawn with the survey drone trailing behind you like a bored dog, counting hairline cracks in the basalt and writing them into the ledger. Nobody on the Settlement Board wants to hear that the tree is still drinking.
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Your mother's ledger says the trunk split in the great storm of the year the sky turned copper. She wrote that the branches looked like handwriting nobody could read, and you thought it was a poet's exaggeration until you stood beneath it yourself. Every winter the limbs put out no leaves, only the same stubborn spikes, and every winter the roots lift another slab of the cistern floor a finger's width nearer the surface.
In the spring the Board sends Teodor from the engineering yard with a saw and a clipboard. He sets the saw on the bench, studies the roots for a long time, and asks whether you have ever heard water moving underground. You have. You have lain awake listening to it. He opens the cistern hatch with a torch, and the beam falls on a drowned chamber where pale fibres hang from the ceiling like hair in a well, every one of them wet.
He does not take the saw back to the yard. Instead he chalks a small cross on the ledger page, beside your mother's handwriting, and leaves the drone circling the terraces until its battery dies. You stay until the light goes copper again, one hand flat against the bark, feeling the slow pull beneath your palm as if the whole ridge were breathing out.
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