Solid black and grey city skyline silhouette tattoo on the outer side of a foot, resting on a floral patterned fabric.

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City skyline tattoo on a foot

Other · Black and grey · Photo

A row of city buildings of varied heights forms a silhouette across the side of the foot, sitting on a flat black base line. The skyline is filled with solid black, with some towers and blocks shaded in lighter grey to suggest depth. The foot rests on a white fabric printed with black flower outlines, and the tattoo is the only element in colour-free black and grey.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tow rope has been slack since Vauxhall Bridge, and you are the only one on deck still watching the city. Your father called it the long dark comb, the way the towers lined up along the north bank like teeth in a jaw. He never liked the new ones with their mirrored faces that caught the river and threw it back at you. The old blocks, the ones with soot packed into their seams, he said, had the decency to look tired.

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Rosa is asleep in the wheelhouse with her boots still on, one hand resting on the wheel as if it might drift without her. Last winter she counted buildings from the cabin window the way other children count sheep: the one like a bread knife, the one with a crane parked on its roof, the squat grey block that never seemed to come any closer however many days you passed it. She asked which one was the edge of the sky. You told her none of them. You told her the edge was wherever the water stopped being useful.

The sale papers are in the drawer under the chart table, folded in three and signed in pencil because the pen ran dry at Hammersmith. The buyer wants the barge by the first of the month. Somewhere between the lock at Richmond and the bend below Kew, you decide you will not wake her yet. Let the skyline thin out behind you, black cut-outs against a paling sky, each tower dropping away like a note being let go.

When she wakes she will ask for the names, and you will have to admit you never learned them. So you will hand her the tiller, point at the open water ahead, and she will steer us out past the last of them anyway.