Black ink tattoo on a forearm showing a city skyline, a sign reading EDGE, a dog and a seated child on a horizontal line, in a dotwork and line style.

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City skyline, dog and child on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo on the inside of a forearm shows a city skyline on the left, a sign reading EDGE above a short post, a dog, and a seated child on a horizontal line that runs across the arm. The linework is fine and the shading is built from stippled dots, especially on the ground line and the figures. The image is in black and grey against a pale skin tone, with a sink and tap blurred in the background.

Dotwork Forearm City skyline Sign Dog Child Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Biscuit had been on the wire since breakfast, trotting along the grey line strung from the back of the high flats to the post by the bus turnaround, and nobody could agree on whether that made him a dog or a problem. Tilly said he was a dog with excellent balance and no fear of the council. Her dad said he was going to end up in the canal. Mrs Okonedo from number nine had started leaving a heel of bread on her step for him, which Tilly reckoned was how you knew a dog had made up his mind.

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The sign on the post had said EDGE for as long as anyone could remember, painted in square capitals with a date underneath that had worn down to a guess. Beyond it the road simply stopped and the fields began, and the kids had a rule that you didn't go past it on foot, only on the wire, and only if you were small enough that the wire didn't sag. Tilly was small enough. She had measured herself against the post with a biro mark every August.

On Saturday she climbed the drainpipe, found the wire with both hands, and sat down on it with her legs dangling over the drop, the way she'd seen the men from the telecoms van sit when they ate their sandwiches. Biscuit came back along the line and stood over her, nose twitching, and then lay down against her knee as if this had been the arrangement all along. From up here the skyline was smaller than it looked from the ground. She could see the whole estate, the car park shining where the rain had got into it, the bus pulling out, and the sign looking very ordinary.

She dropped a sweet wrapper over the side and watched it turn and turn until the grey swallowed it. Biscuit didn't look down. He had never once needed to.