Fine line blue star tattoo with a thin trailing line on the back of a woman's neck, her dark hair pulled up in a loose bun.

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Blue star tattoo on the back of the neck

Fine line · Neck · Colour · Photo

A small blue star sits at the end of a thin, slightly broken line that runs down the back of the neck, seen from behind. The linework is delicate and the star is solid blue with no visible shading. The soft, out-of-focus background and the white lace top frame the tattoo against the skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Shift up and pass the tea, because this is the one about Mary Tallow and the star she kept on a string. It happened in Skerrow Bay before the new pier was built, when the boats still came in on the tide with their lamps smoking like wet matches, and nobody locked a door.

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The glazier's boy, Edwin Pell, cut the star from a scrap of cobalt glass with his father's nippers. He wanted to give it to her before his ship sailed for the Baltic, so he tied it to the end of her kite line, the cheap cotton kind from the drapers, and told her it would fly higher than any gull. Mary ran the length of the sands with it that evening, shrieking, the star bobbing blue against a sky going green. Then a squall came off the headland and the cotton snapped a hand's width above the knot.

The star went up and did not come down. Edwin wrote from Riga that he had seen a blue point over the water every night, and Mary kept the frayed end of the string coiled in her apron pocket for forty years. The customs man at the Berwick crossing once asked her what she was carrying, and she showed him the cotton and said that was all that was left of a promise. He let her through, though he had no idea what she meant.

Some nights, if you walk out past the harbour wall, you can still see it low over the water, a small blue thing at the end of nothing at all. Mind your step on the way back. The tide's coming.