Dark blue scrollwork tattoo with curls and small wing-like points across the lower back, with pink accents, shown above jeans.

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Blue scrollwork tattoo on the lower back

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A person seen from behind wears a white crop top and blue jeans, showing a symmetrical design of dark blue swirls and curls across the lower back. The linework is bold and solid with small wing-like points at the outer ends, and tiny pink dots sit at the centre. The image is well lit against a plain beige background, with the design filling the middle of the frame.

Back Swirl Scroll Curl Wing Symmetrical design

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The abbot's eyes had gone milky by Lent, so the copying fell to Brother Anselm, who was not much good at it. His letters leaned like drunk men. The old scribe in the next cell, Brother Tobin, laughed at him every evening and said a pen wants a steady hand and a sinful heart, and Anselm had neither.

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One night a grey-haired woman came to the scriptorium door out of the fen fog, carrying a lamp and a roll of bark cloth. She said nothing about her business. She unrolled the cloth on the desk, and on it was a pattern of curling stems that ended in small leathery wings, with three dots at the heart of it, the colour of rose hips. She told him to copy it into the margin of the abbot's book before the bell for matins, and then she was gone, and the lamp went with her.

He worked until the window greyed. Each curl opened under his pen as if it had been waiting for him to find it, and when he set the rose-red dots in the centre, the ink seemed to hum. Brother Tobin came in at prime, looked at the page for a long while, and sat down heavily on the stool without a word.

The abbot ran his thumb over the margin and could not see it, but he said he could feel the swirls rising under the vellum like veins. Anselm kept the brush. Nobody asked where the pattern came from, and the fen woman never came back, though every winter after, a roll of bark cloth turned up on the scriptorium step, and Anselm copied whatever was on it without asking whose hand had drawn it.