Black dotwork wavy line and a small cross tattooed across the middle finger of a hand, with grey painted nails.

Dotted wave and cross on a finger

Dotwork · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A hand is shown palm down, with a thin wavy line of black dots running across the middle finger and a small black cross sitting near the base of the same finger. The linework is fine and made of evenly spaced dots, with the cross drawn in simple single strokes. The ink is black against the skin, and the nails carry a grey and white marbled polish on a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mervyn Oake had charted the Solway flats for thirty years, and he knew the tide did not care for straight lines. Every morning he walked the sand with a pole and a ledger, marking where the channel had wandered overnight. This week it had wandered toward the old abbey wall, and the ferry woman, Ada Penrose, wanted to know if she could still cross.

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He showed her the chart on the kitchen table of the inn. A dotted line ran from the slipway, bent round the sandbar like a dropped length of cord, and came out at the far bank. "The ford follows that," he said, "but only for the hour after the ebb." She traced it with one finger. Beyond the line, a small cross marked the spot where a carter had drowned in 1848 with a load of church bells, and nobody had ever raised them.

Ada laughed and said the bells had never been her worry, since her grandmother had kept the ferry before her. They argued about the rope. Mervyn wanted it moved upstream, she wanted it left where the old posts stood. In the end they walked out together at low water, the wet sand shining, and set a stake beside the cross. The dots of the channel ran away under their boots like a sentence nobody had finished.

When the tide turned, it came in quick and quiet over the flats, filling the line first and then the hollow where the cross had been. Ada pulled the rope taut across the water anyway. Mervyn, watching from the bank, found he was counting the stakes the way he counted the dots on his chart, one after another, until the last of them went under and the sea lay flat again.

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