Black and grey photo of a person's upper back, seen from behind with hair in a bun, showing four small outlined triangles stacked vertically along the spine in a fine line geometric style.

Four stacked triangles down the upper back

Geometric · Back · Black and grey · Photo

Four small outlined triangles sit in a vertical column along the spine, with the top one pointing down, the second pointing up, the third overlapping a downward triangle, and the bottom one pointing down. The linework is thin and even, and the ink is dark grey to black against pale skin. The photograph is taken from behind in a dim room, with the subject's hair pinned up and the tattoo centred in the frame.

Geometric Fine line Back Triangle Geometric shape Symbol Spine

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair came over the hill on the feast of Saint Hugh with four painted triangles on the tailboard of the lead wagon, and nobody in Thornbury could say who had put them there.

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Mother Pell, who sold tickets from the little green booth, told the children what they meant. The first point went down for what you pour out, the second point up for what you keep, and the third lay over the first because the fair carries one debt for every town it visits. The fourth point down was the one that counted. Nobody asked her what it counted, and she never said.

Tobias Greer took a silver ring from the shooting gallery that week and ran with it into the barley. The fair did not chase him. The wheel kept turning, the brass band kept playing its one slow tune, and by dusk the lamps were lit along the lane as if he had never been missed. He lay in the stalks until the moon came up, turning the ring over and over, and found he could not remember his mother's face without the ring in his hand.

In the morning the ring was sitting on the gatepost of his father's yard, polished and warm. Beneath it, in white chalk on the wood, someone had drawn four small triangles in a column, the bottom one pointing down. The fair was gone, and the barley was trampled flat in a long straight line toward the hill.