White line drawing of a symmetrical eight-armed radial symbol with a central ring on a black background, with no body placement shown.

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Eight-armed radial line symbol

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A symmetrical white line symbol with eight radiating arms on a plain black background. Each arm carries short perpendicular crossbars and curved terminals, and a small ring sits at the centre. The linework is uniform and flat, with no shading, and the image is entirely monochrome.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost came down on the Tuesday before Mary's funeral, and by the time I carried the kettle out the whole kitchen garden had gone to glass. Every web on the box hedge was furred white. The sundial stood in the middle of the lawn with its shadow frozen beside it, and when I bent closer I saw a ring of rime around its hub, with eight white spokes running out across the grass in straight lines.

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Dad had set that sundial in 1961 with a spirit level and a bad temper. He always said the spokes were a wind-compass for the vegetable beds, though nobody ever worked out which way the wind was meant to blow. Mary used to make me count the crossbars on the northern arm. Four, she said, for the frost that comes before the thaw, and three for rain. I never believed her, and I told her so every March.

I poured the kettle slowly over the ring. The rime hissed and let go in a grey fog, and the lines ran dark and wet through the grass. Eight spokes, eight curled ends, each one pointing at a bed that had been hers. I stood there far longer than the water needed, trying to remember which bed she had planted last, and it was the leeks, gone to seed with nobody left to pull them.

The wind came round from the east that afternoon, just as Dad would have said it would. I didn't go and check the beds to see if the compass was right. I went in, filled the kettle again, and left the frost to melt by itself.