Black ink geometric band tattoo wrapped around an ankle, with zigzags, scallops and dotted drops, worn with a sandal on a sandy beach.

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Black geometric band tattoo on ankle

Geometric · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A wide band of black ink encircles the ankle, built from stacked horizontal rows of lines, diamonds, scallops and zigzags. Along the lower edge, dotted drop shapes hang down from a solid line, and the linework is crisp with solid black fills. The photograph is in colour, showing a tan sandal strap and sand in the background, with the band set centrally across the ankle.

Geometric Blackwork Ankle Zigzag Diamond Scallop Geometric pattern Band

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had the pattern book open on the breakfast table before the first guest came down, weighted at the corners with salt cellars so the pages would not curl. Her grandmother had drawn it in pencil forty years back, a border for a christening shawl that never got made, and every row was a band of the same small arithmetic: a line, a run of diamonds, a scallop like a fan, a zigzag that climbed and dropped. Under the last row someone had pressed a set of dotted drops, seven of them, spaced as neatly as coat hooks.

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"You're not to mark that," said Mrs Pargeter from the hatch, wiping her hands. "It belongs to the house."

Nell did not mark it. She took a clean sheet of squared paper and copied the rows one at a time, counting the teeth of each zigzag against the window where the tide was drawing back over the sands. The zigzag was the flood, she decided. The fans were the shells the lodgers swept up and wouldn't keep. By the time the seventh drop was inked the bay had emptied to a grey shine, and the sandbar that had kept the boats in all week stood clear.

She folded the copy small and walked it down to the harbour master's hut before the ebb turned. He read the pattern twice, then tapped the drops with a pencil. "Seven hours," he said. "Every one of these a tide when the channel dries. Your granny knew the bay better than the chart did." Nell pressed the paper flat against the rail and watched the first drop go under the mud.