Black and white photo of a small fine line tattoo of a vertical ornamental symbol resembling an unalome, placed centrally on the chest.

Fine line vertical symbol on the chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the centre of a torso in black and white, with an open checked shirt framing the body. A small vertical tattoo sits at the centre of the chest, made of thin black linework with a dotted top, small loops and a spiral lower section. The lines are crisp and even, with no shading, and the composition is tightly framed on the tattoo.

Fine line Chest Unalome Symbol Spiral Dot Linework

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Maud, The rain has finally eased, so I walked the cliff path to the old signal station this morning, the one with the stone steps Father always said were laid by men who hated their knees. Halfway up they turn back on themselves three times before they reach the top, and I counted every turn the way you used to count the lamp posts on the way to school.

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Mrs Penhallow at the shop says the cannery girls have started a sweepstake on whether Tom Carew will be home from Newlyn before Christmas. I told her I would sooner put money on the gulls. He wrote from Penzance in June with a postcard of a ship nobody has ever seen, and since then there has been nothing but the Co-op putting up the price of paraffin again.

At the top I sat on the wall with the wind pulling at my scarf and thought about what Father used to say, that a path only looks like a muddle from underneath. From the steps it is all one line. You go round and round the same hill and still end up higher. I have decided to stop waiting for the post and go up on Thursdays to help Mr Hosking with the lamp, since his eyes are going.

He has shown me how to trim the wick so the flame sits square in the glass, a small bright point at the very top of everything. Last night I sat with him until the beam swung out over the water, and it was the first time since spring that the hill felt worth the climb. Come at Easter if you can and I will show you the steps. Your loving sister, Nell.