Colour tattoo of a comet with orange, red and black streaks, teal accents and fine splatter dots, on the side of a torso above the waistband.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Comet streaking across a side torso

Ribs · Colour · Photo

A comet with a rounded head at the lower right trails diagonal streaks of orange, red, yellow and black across the skin. Soft teal and blue accents sit among the streaks, and small dark and red dots scatter around the tail, giving a painterly, watercolour-like effect. The design fills the frame diagonally on the side of the torso, with a dark waistband along the bottom edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hush now, the lamps are still warming, so you'll have to bear with me. The fair had pitched on the water meadows below Stowmarket the night the comet came, and Dora Lusk, who kept the rifle gallery and the cake walk and most of the arguments, stood at the foot of the big wheel with a torn flap of canvas over her arm and swore at the sky.

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It was a long bright thing, she said, with a head like a hot coal rolled in sand and a tail that smeared orange and red and gold across the dark, as if somebody had dragged a wet brush from one corner of heaven to the other. Teal fire flickered along the edges where the gas hissed out. The man from the coconut shy swore it was the end of the world. Dora told him the world was too cheap to end on a Tuesday, then sat down on the step of the ghost train with a needle between her teeth and got on with her mending.

Sparks came away from the head as it burned and drifted down over the meadow like dropped ash, pricking the grass with red dots that went out one by one. Nobody else looked up. By morning the flap was sewn, the lamps were packed into their crates, and a black scorch lay in the field where the head had struck, shaped like a thumbprint in soot.

Dora kept the cooled stone in her apron pocket for forty years. When the children asked what it was, she would turn it over under the lamp and say, that is the sky, love, and it has never once asked permission.