Blue shaded feather tattoo with a black outlined quill tip leading down to an outlined puzzle piece, on a forearm.

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Blue feather and puzzle piece on a forearm

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A large feather is tattooed vertically along the limb, shaded in dark and light teal blues with fine hatched detail along its barbs. A thin black outline runs from the feather's quill down to a separate outlined puzzle piece near the bottom of the image. The skin is pale and the background is a dark, textured surface, with the design filling most of the frame.

Forearm Feather Quill Puzzle piece Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mae Corran had been sorting the lost property box at the ferry office since October, and the piece she kept turning over was a single jigsaw blank, blue as the water beyond the breakwater. Nobody claimed it. Dougie Pell, the harbourmaster, said the Tuesday crossings carried families with cardboard puzzle boxes on their knees, and pieces went missing the way socks did, one at a time and without fuss.

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She took it home anyway and set it on the sill beside her grandfather's quill. The feather had come from a gull that drowned in the spring gale, and he had dyed the vane with woad until it went the colour of a bruise healing over. He used it to sign the cannery ledgers for forty years. Mae had never learned to write with it, so she wrote to the ferry's regulars instead, four lines each on the backs of tide tables, asking who was missing a piece of sky.

Nothing came back for a fortnight. Then a letter arrived from Penhallow, from a woman called Ruth Vosper, whose husband had spent the winter on a lighthouse picture of a thousand pieces and could not finish the sky. He had been at it since his hands went stiff. Ruth wrote that the piece would sit better in his frame than in any box, and that he would want to know it had come home by sea.

Mae wrapped the blue piece in tissue, tucked the quill in beside it, and walked the envelope to the post office before the first crossing. The clerk weighed it twice. Out past the breakwater a gull hung in the wind without moving, as if it were holding something up for her to see.