Solid black silhouette tattoo of four flying figures in a vertical line behind a person's ear, shown in a close-up photograph.

Four flying silhouettes behind the ear

Other · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows four small solid black silhouettes of flying figures arranged in a descending vertical line behind the ear. The figures decrease in size from top to bottom, and their limbs are stretched out as if mid-flight. The skin is pale and the image is a close-up, with two small silver ear studs and dark hair visible at the right edge.

Other Silhouette Flying figure Ear

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every autumn the wind came down off the Skerrow headland, and the children of Ansel Bay went out to meet it. Four of them went that year: Orla Tennant, the eldest, who could whistle through her teeth loud enough to turn a gull, then Hob, and the twins Mab and Jory, who were never apart. They took nothing but their coats and a length of tarred rope, because the old women had said the sea would want something to hold on to.

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They flew out over the water in a line, arms stretched wide like gulls who had forgotten how to land. The sea was grey as a slate roof, and the fishing boats below looked like matchsticks tossed in a bucket. Orla went first, as she always did, and the others followed each a little lower than the one before, because the wind favoured the leader and the rest had to work harder for the air. Mab was the smallest. Her shadow kept sliding off the waves beneath her and then catching up.

Past the fourth buoy the wind changed its mind. Jory felt his hand go slack and he called out, but nobody heard him over the gulls. Mab reached back and caught his sleeve, and the rope between them went taut as a bowstring, and for a long moment the whole line hung above the Ansel water like a sentence nobody wanted to finish.

They came down in the harbour at dusk, where the fishermen's wives stood waiting with lanterns. The women counted four, then counted again, and Mab was the one who made them stop. The rope was still in her fist, and she would not open her hand until the wind had gone home.