Black tattoos of a star, a ring and a vertical row of dots across the fingers and back of two clenched hands, with a forearm tattoo visible above the wrist.

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Dot line and star tattoos on knuckles

Dotwork · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two clenched hands are shown close up, with black tattoos on the fingers and back of the hands, including a star, a ring with radiating lines and a vertical row of five dots on one finger. The linework is solid and dark in places and built from small dots in others, and the ink is black or grey against warm skin tones. The composition is centred on the fists, with wrist bracelets and more tattooing on the forearm at the top of the frame against a dark, softly lit background.

Dotwork Hand Forearm Star Ring Dot Hand Bracelet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the valley of Harrow Gate, the wedding of Tamsin Rook was set for the first Saturday after the hay came in, and her intended, a ferryman's son named Edd Pell, had promised to fetch the ring himself. He did not. The ring was made by old Mother Quaile across the river, and she wanted payment in something nobody else had. Edd went over the water at dusk with five coins sewn into his cuff, one for each night he had lost at the ford.

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The old woman took the coins one at a time and set them on her table in a line. She said the wedding ring would be a sun wheel, all rays and no centre, because a sun belongs to nobody and so cannot be lost. Then she pressed a star into his palm with the tip of a needle, and said a star is only a light that somebody has to walk toward. The five coins she kept. She told him they were the five nights he would spend at the ford after he was married, and that he would count them without minding.

He came back before the bells. The rain had stopped and the path steamed. Tamsin stood at the lych gate with her father's bread knife in one hand, not to threaten anyone but because she had been cutting the loaf for the guests, and when she saw the small dark marks the old woman had put on his knuckles she laughed until she had to sit on the wall.

They were married under the yew with the ring on a leather thong, since Edd had lost the chain. Tamsin wore the sun wheel on her finger for fifty years, and on the first night of every summer she made him count the five dots aloud at the kitchen table, and he did, and the star he kept on his hand until the ink went blue at the edges and then went altogether, which was how she knew he had finally walked far enough.