Black and grey full back tattoo of a woman with a halo and a tiger head below, framed by roses and skulls, seen from behind beside a window.

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Full back tattoo of a woman with a tiger

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A man is photographed from behind, showing a large black and grey tattoo covering his back. At the centre, a woman with a halo, a third eye motif and layered necklaces is set above a snarling tiger head, with roses and skulls filling the surrounding area and extending onto the shoulders and arms. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft greys against a plain, bright window background.

Neo-trad Traditional Back Neck Upper arm Woman Halo Third eye Tiger Rose Skull Necklace Jewellery Back piece

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lodger in number seven left on the last Tuesday in September, owing a fortnight and a battered trunk, and by the time you dragged the trunk down to the cellar the damp had already found its brass clasps. Mrs Pelling will not touch other people's luggage and will not walk the front after dark, so the job of opening it falls to you, the girl who does the breakfasts and the sheets.

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Inside, under a folded wool blanket that smelled of tar and violets, you find a silk panel wrapped in brown paper. It is a woman with a silver halo, a small eye set above her brows like a drop of ink, strings of pearls stacked against her throat. Below her folded hands a tiger snarls with its jaws open, and roses crowd its cheeks. Skulls peek out between the petals along the edges. The greys are so soft you keep wanting to touch them, and then you see the water stain eating one corner, and the stain looks like a coastline.

Mr Haddow, who spent forty years on the Sandgate light, comes down for his tea and stops dead in the back parlour. He says the lodger was Iris Marrack, who painted sailors' backs for a shilling in the arcade, and that she used to say the tiger was the one thing she had never got right. He says she never checked out. You don't tell him that the gold leaf has begun to lift from the third eye, or that when you tilt the panel toward the window the light catches it and the eye seems to open a fraction wider.

You hang the silk above the stairs, where the landing light falls across it in the mornings. Mrs Pelling says it will bring bad luck. You unlatch the window in number seven anyway, and every night the tide comes in a little closer under the pier.