Blue and teal dragonfly tattoo with shaded, patterned wings on the top of a foot, set against a cloudy sky, with dark blue painted toenails.

Blue dragonfly tattoo on the top of a foot

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A dragonfly with translucent wings sits on the top of a bare foot, with its body and long tail drawn in blue. The wings have a patterned, stained-glass look with soft shading in blue, teal and pale tones. The foot is photographed from below against an overcast sky, which keeps the tattoo as the clear focus.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Tobias Quill kept the glass wagon at the back of every fair from Lincoln to Lewes, and in forty years he had never let a child lay a finger on the panes. So when a wheel cracked outside Market Deeping and he sent his granddaughter Mary Ann down to the river for water, he expected her to come back grumbling. Instead she came up the bank with a dragonfly walking slowly along the back of her hand, as though it had been waiting at the water's edge for a lift.

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It was the colour of the river in July, blue at the body and tail, with wings that looked like the leaded glass in the wagon's door. Each wing was cut into small cells, some dark, some pale as milk, and when it turned in the sun they flashed like a window catching the sky. Mary Ann had been cutting her own panel from offcuts all that spring, a square of blue and teal with no picture on it yet. She set it across the wheel-hub, and the dragonfly stepped onto the leading, tilted its wings, and stayed, as if it had found the right shape at last.

Mr Coyle, who ran the rides, came round that evening with a purse of silver and a request to buy the glass wagon outright. Tobias said no before he had finished the sentence. Mary Ann said nothing. She only lifted her panel to the lamp, and the light came through it onto the canvas wall of the wagon in soft blue shapes that moved whenever the air did.

Every night after that, the fair's children gathered outside to watch the wings flicker across the canvas, and Tobias let them count the cells, though he never once let them touch the glass.