Small colourful swirl tattoo with red, blue, green, pink and yellow teardrop shapes on the inner wrist.

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Colourful swirl tattoo on wrist

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A small tattoo of stylised swirling flourishes and teardrop shapes sits on the inner wrist. Black outlines define the shapes, which are filled with flat red, blue, green, pink and yellow ink. The tattoo is shown close up against a plain pale background, with the hand visible on the left.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your collars up, the lot of you, and mind the puddle by the fishmonger, because the rain has come down on Tallow Street since before your grandmothers were born, and it has never once stopped long enough for a man to finish a sentence. So I'll be quick. Ask anyone who traded pots on this market in the wet years and they'll tell you about Oswin Pruett, who painted every stall sign on the street, swirling his letters the way the river turns round a stone.

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Oswin had one tin of cobalt left, bought from a dead dyer's shop, and the commission was bunting for the mayor's daughter's wedding: a hundred flourishes and teardrops, red and pink and green and yellow, all edged in black. He painted the red first, a curl like a wave breaking backwards, then the pink drops hanging off it like plums off a bent branch. The green ran out past the edge of the board. But when he reached for the blue to finish the little drop at the corner, the tin was scraped dry, and the rain was hammering the awning so hard he could not think.

Ada Penhallow, who swept the scales from under the fish stalls, saw him sitting there with his brush in the air. She ran out to the gutter and filled a jam jar from the spout under the old mill roof, where a century of dye had soaked into the slate and the water came off it the colour of a bruise going healthy. She tipped it into his tin. He stirred, grumbled, and painted with it anyway, and the drop came out thin and grey-blue and wet at the edges.

The mayor's daughter married under that sign in June. Nobody noticed the corner, except Ada, who walked past it every rainy morning on her way to the fish stall and touched it with one damp finger. If you look closely at the board in the back room of the Crown, you'll see that one teardrop never quite dried.