Black and grey blackwork tattoo of a figure holding an umbrella under dripping rain, on the inner wrist.

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Figure under umbrella in rain on a wrist

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black umbrella canopy sits at the top of the design, with long vertical streaks running down from it like falling rain. A dark silhouetted figure holds the umbrella handle, with thin outlined arms and soft grey shading fading toward the bottom. The design is in black ink and greys on pale skin, centred on the wrist against a plain cream background.

Blackwork Forearm Umbrella Rain Figure Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The umbrella was my father's, a black gent's brolly with ribs gone soft as old bone, and he carried it up the hill to Hollin Drift every morning of his working life whether it rained or not. It rained most days in Cawdon Row. Mam would walk him to the top gate with the handle hooked over her wrist, and the water came off the canopy in long grey strings that she said sounded like the cage bell counting down the shift.

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He never let anyone else hold it. He said a man who gave his umbrella away would be wet by the end of the week. When the lamp men came up the lane that Thursday with their caps in their hands, Mam was already at the gate. She had the umbrella furled tight against her side, and she didn't open it, not for the men, not for the neighbours crowding behind the wall, not for the rain that was coming in sideways off the tip.

I thought she would throw it in the gutter. Instead she unfurled it slowly, the cloth cracking open, and held it up over nothing, over the gap in the gate where the wet cobbles ran with ink-coloured water. The drips fell from the edge in a row of fine dark lines, straight down, past her shoulder and past the empty space beside her.

She gave it to me that evening without a word. The handle was still warm from her hand. I stood at the top gate the next morning and opened it over my head, and the rain ran off the ribs in the same long strings, and I understood she had been keeping the shape of him dry.