Blue snowflake tattoo with symmetrical arms on the upper arm, shown against a dark sleeve.

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Blue snowflake on an upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A single snowflake with six-fold symmetry sits on the upper arm, built from a central hexagon with branching arms and smaller spurs. The lines are bold with some internal shading in lighter and darker blue, giving the design depth. The tattoo is set against a plain dark background and a black sleeve, which makes the blue stand out clearly.

Geometric Upper arm Snowflake Winter Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit nearer the grate, the pair of you, and mind the coal dust on your sleeves, because your mothers will have something to say about it. Right. This is Hollin Pit, the winter of the big frost, when the headgear froze so solid the wheel wouldn't turn for three days.

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Nell Ackroyd was eleven and had a habit of catching snow on her cuff to look at it before it went. Her father, Walter, was on the lower seam when the roof came down at the east face. Nobody above could raise the cage, and the men on the pit top stood round the brazier with their caps in their hands and said nothing useful.

On the third morning Nell took her dinner tin to the cage house and found the frost on the inside of the window had grown into a star, six arms, each one branching and branching again as if it had somewhere to be. She stood there blowing on it. Her gran always said no two flakes are alike, and that the Lord kept a tally of them, but I think Nell only wanted something on the glass that the cold had made for nobody in particular.

She rapped the pattern with her knuckle, the way you'd knock on a front door, and told the engineman her father's name and the seam number. The cage moved. Down below, Walter had been tapping the timber for two days, and the answer came back up the shaft, one knock, then two, then the long scrape of a shovel handle on steel.

They say the star was still on the glass when they brought him out. It had gone blue in the lamplight, and nobody on that pit top had the heart to wipe it off.