Colourful faceted crystal tattoo in blue, red and orange on the inner forearm of a person standing against a stone wall.

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Faceted crystal on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A faceted crystal or gem sits on the forearm, drawn with angular planes in blue, red, orange and purple. The shading is soft and blended, giving a translucent, watercolour-like finish. The forearm is photographed against rough grey stone, with a knitted sleeve pushed up above the tattoo and a light printed shirt beside it.

Geometric Forearm Crystal Gem Stone

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tilly Marr sold the last ticket at a quarter to nine, and the man who bought it did not ask for a seat. He asked for the cheapest route to Glassmere, then laid a stone on the counter no bigger than a hen's egg and waited for her to notice it.

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It had faces like a cut window, blue along one edge, red where the gaslamp caught it, orange and violet deeper in, as if the colours had been poured and then left to settle. Tilly lifted it to the light. Through it she saw the platform bent and bright, the clock, the falling snow stretched into ribbons. Her grandmother used to say a stone that shows the station in every colour is a stone that has kept someone waiting.

The man said his own grandfather had driven the night mail and never once reached Glassmere. The debt, he said, was the railway's, and so was the stone. He wanted it put on the 9.40 so it would end up in a goods wagon and be forgotten. Tilly would not take his coins. She poured him tea and told him to sit, because the 9.40 was never on time, and the stone flared each time the far signal clanked.

At twenty to ten the man was gone and the bench was cold. The 9.40 had left at 9.40 with its lamps swinging through the snow. On the counter lay the stone, warm as a palm, and beside it a ticket stamped for a journey nobody had booked. Tilly put the stone on the windowsill where the lamplight could reach it, and every winter after, the people of Hollin Crossing saw themselves in it, waiting in colour.