Black and grey dreamcatcher tattoo with a geometric centre and hanging feathers on the upper back of a woman with her head turned away.

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Dreamcatcher tattoo on upper back

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A dreamcatcher with a circular hoop, a geometric flower-like pattern inside the ring, and three feathers with beads hanging below. The linework is fine and the shading is soft grey, with darker accents on the feathers. The tattoo is centred on the upper back, below the nape of the neck, against a plain skin background and a dark top.

Fine line Geometric Back Dreamcatcher Feather Bead Circle Geometric pattern Hoop

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had counted the beads twice before the band struck up again, and the count was still wrong. Seventeen on the left feather, sixteen on the right, and the hoop of the dreamcatcher Mrs Abernethy had pressed into her hand at the cloakroom still swinging from a nail above the door. The Palais on Harbour Street smelled of spilled lemonade and hair oil, and somewhere behind the curtain someone was tuning a double bass that had never been in tune.

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Mrs Abernethy ran the cloakroom as if it were a chapel. She sold charms from a biscuit tin under the counter, horseshoes, a glass eye, a little brass key that opened nothing, and she said each one was a promise that someone would come back for what you left. The dreamcatcher, she said, was for catching bad nights before they reached the bed. Nell had taken it because it was cheaper than the key, and because the inner web of rings looked like a flower someone had drawn with a compass and great patience.

At ten past eleven a sailor with a crooked tie came to the counter for a coat that wasn't his. Nell checked the ticket, found the wrong number, and felt the old unease tighten in her chest. He grinned, said his mate had the other half, and wandered off towards the balcony stairs. She watched the feathers shiver on their cords when the door swung.

Mrs Abernethy came back at midnight smelling of rain. "Took you long enough," she said, and held out her palm. Nell gave her the dreamcatcher, and the old woman turned it once, counting under her breath, then tucked the loose bead into the hem of her cardigan. "Seventeen and sixteen," she said. "Always was. Now go and dance, girl. The band's only just warmed up."