Colour tattoo of a black fairy silhouette with blue wings and a purple swirling trail with stars, on the side of the ribs.

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Blue-winged fairy with a purple star trail

Ribs · Mixed · Photo

A black silhouette of a fairy with blue, outlined wings sits on the side of the body, with a thin antenna-like curl at the head. A trail of purple swirls and small star shapes curves down and to the left beneath the figure. The image uses solid black fill, blue wing panels with lighter highlights, and purple linework on smooth skin.

Ribs Fairy Wing Silhouette Star Swirl Trail

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last northbound had gone out at twenty past eleven, and Dilys Crane was still on platform four with a broom when the sparks came down off the wire. They were not the orange kind that spat from the pantograph. These were violet, and they fell slowly, curling like the tail of a kite, until a small dark shape dropped out of them and landed on the lip of the platform as neatly as a pigeon.

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It was a fairy, or Dilys decided it was, with wings the colour of a kingfisher's back and a face she could not quite see for the glare of the sodium lamp. It sat with its knees drawn up and its shoulders hunched, the way her nephew sat when he had been told off. "You're on the wrong side of the line," she said. It tilted its antenna-tipped head. "Everyone is, at this hour," it said, not unkindly.

It had come down the wire, it explained, because the wire was the only road that ran from the coast to the hills, and the old fairies had gone up there to wait for a train that never stopped. Dilys had worked the night desk for thirty-one years. She knew the timetable by heart, and she knew no train had halted at Carrow Bridge since 1967. "Then wait with me," she said, and poured the last of her flask into the cap.

At six the milk float rattled over the bridge. The fairy stood, stretched her wings and let the first light find the blue. Then she ran along the platform edge, kicked off into the air and drew a line of violet stars across the rails towards the hills. When Dilys swept the platform, the stars stayed on the concrete, pale as chalk, and she left them there for the first commuters to step around.