Fine line black constellation tattoo of linked dots, star bursts and a small Greek letter beta on the inner forearm, against a yellow tartan background.

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Constellation tattoo on the inner forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A fine line tattoo of a constellation sits on the inner forearm, made from dotted connecting lines, small star bursts and scattered dots. A small Greek letter beta and a few tiny symbols sit among the stars. The ink is dark and appears in black and grey, set against a yellow and black tartan fabric and a hand with dark nail polish holding the arm.

Fine line Forearm Constellation Star Dot Linework

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody bothered to fold the big top properly that last week in Hexham. Mum sat on the lid of the lion cage, which had been empty since March, and counted the bulbs still working along the rigging. Nine out of forty-two. She called the dark ones the sleepers, the way Dad used to, and said it like a weather report.

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Dad painted the star chart himself on the back of a canvas flat, years before I was born, when the Vane Brothers still played the coast from Scarborough down to Morecambe. Dots for the faint stars, gold leaf for the bright ones, and a little Greek beta marking the one he swore never failed you. The cannon man hung his safety line by it. By the time I was old enough to ask what it meant, the paint had gone to a ghost.

The scrap man came on Thursday with a van and a cigarette and offered three pounds for the flat. I said no before Mum could. We cut the canvas ourselves, badly, with the kitchen scissors, and I carried the largest piece out to the field where the tent had stood and laid it face up in the wet grass, so the constellation faced the sky it was copied from.

That night I drove the caravan east with the chart folded on the passenger seat. Somewhere past the Tyne the clouds tore open, and there it was above the verge, Dad's beta star burning steady over the road, exactly where he'd put it, which was more than the circus had managed.