Black ink eye tattoo on the palm, with a small triangle and a crescent moon on the fingers, in a fine line style.

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Eye, triangle and crescent moon on hand

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

An almond-shaped eye with a central circle and a dot sits on the palm, with a small outlined triangle on one finger and a crescent moon on another. The linework is thin and clean, with the eye detailed by fine radiating marks and the smaller motifs drawn in simple outlines. The tattoos are black ink only, shown against pale skin on a light speckled surface.

Fine line Hand Eye Triangle Crescent moon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down by the stove and mind the tent pole, it bites. You want to know why the Harrow and Vell fair never pitched on the common above Coldharbour? Then listen, because I'll only tell it once before the lamps go out.

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Old Ebenezer Vell painted the eye himself, the year the fair lost its wheel. He mixed the ink from soot and sheep's grease and set it in the palm of the strongman's right hand, because a man who lifts carts needs something watching his back. The triangle went on the tent peak so the canvas would always know which way was north. The crescent went on the girl who sold toffee apples, because she walked the night roads and the moon was her only lamp.

Everything went well until the autumn the eye began to blink. Not in the paint, mind you. In the palm. The strongman swore that every time he closed his fist the eye opened a little wider, and every time he opened his hand it had seen something he would rather not have seen. He took it to the fire and tried to rub it out, and it only shifted, the crescent sliding from the toffee girl's finger onto his own.

On the last night of the fair the moon slid behind the peak, and Ebenezer wiped the eye clean with his thumb and went to bed. When the wagons rolled out at dawn, nobody could find the common, nor the tent, nor the strongman's hand. There was only a small pale mark in the grass, shaped like a closed eye, and that's where the ploughmen say you should never sit down.

So if you're ever offered a palm reading on a cold road, do keep your hands in your lap.