Fine line black ink tattoo of a constellation of dots and small star shapes on the inside of an ankle, against pale skin.

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Fine line constellation on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small constellation made of fine dots and tiny star-shaped marks forms an open curve across the ankle. The linework is delicate, with the dots and stars of varying sizes joined by a thin dotted line. The ink is black on pale skin, and the design is centred on the ankle with plenty of skin around it.

Fine line Dotwork Ankle Constellation Star Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gull had been nesting in the boarding house chimney all spring, and Mrs Pruett said it was the reason the lodgers couldn't sleep. Tobias Vane, who came up from Bristol to count tides for the harbour board, said it was the sky. Every night he climbed to the attic and pushed open the loose skylight to watch the stars over Wenning Bay, and every night he counted the same seven stars in the same bent shape, like a hook someone had dropped on the dark.

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The fishermen at the quay had a saying about that curve. When the sea took a bright thing, they said, the tide hauled it down to the rock pools, and the stars above lost a little of their hold. Tobias thought this was rubbish until he saw that one of the stars in the bend was missing, a gap as neat as a pulled tooth. Mrs Pruett's daughter Nell, who was nine and had no patience with grown men, told him it had gone into the pools below the lighthouse on the spring tide, and that she knew because she had seen it fall.

They walked out at the next low water with a jam jar and a bent brass pin. Nell found the star among the weed, a cold grey pebble that glowed faintly when the wet ran off it. She put it in the jar with a handful of sea water, and they carried it back up the cliff path with their boots squelching and neither of them speaking.

In the morning the curve over the bay was whole again. Nell pinned the jar to the attic sill, and the water inside had gone clear. All that was left at the bottom was a little silver sand, which caught the light from the window whenever the tide turned.