Fine line black tattoo of a city skyline with a tall spired tower on the inner wrist, above a woven bracelet.

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City skyline on the inner wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small black linework tattoo shows a city skyline of rectangular blocks and a tall spired tower at the centre. The thin outlines are lightly hatched with no solid shading, and the design is in black ink only. It sits on the inner wrist of a pale hand, with a woven bracelet above it, and the hand rests on a wooden surface.

Fine line Forearm Skyline City Skyscraper Spire Building

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rail pass came into the lost property office at Hollinwood on a wet Tuesday, folded in four and stiff with tea. Somebody had drawn on the back of it in biro: a row of square-shouldered blocks, and in the middle a tower with a needle-thin spire, the kind you'd draw if you'd only ever seen the thing in a photograph. Nobody claimed it. Mr Pardoe, who had run the office since before decimal coinage, told me to bin it, but I put it in the drawer with the umbrellas instead.

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Over the next six weeks, three more turned up. Always the same skyline, always the tall spire at the centre, always on the back of something already used up: a platform ticket, a bus transfer, a receipt from the buffet. The lines got a little surer each time, as if whoever held the pen was practising something they meant to finish.

In the seventh week the 6.40 to Newcastle was cancelled, and a man in a grey coat stood at my hatch asking for a refund he didn't really want. He saw the drawers behind me. "You've got one of mine," he said, and the way he didn't reach for them told me he'd come a long way for the pencil marks alone.

I gave him the four. He laid them side by side on the counter like a hand of cards, then took the biro from behind my ear without asking and drew a single line of track beneath the buildings, running off the edge of the paper. "That's where I'm from," he said. "That's where I'm going back to." Then he caught the next train, and I kept the track line as the last drawing in the drawer.