Black fine line geometric arrow tattoo running down the centre of a person's upper back, between the shoulder blades.

Geometric arrow tattoo on upper back

Geometric · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A vertical geometric arrow motif made of thin black lines, with stacked diamonds and chevrons along a central shaft and a pointed head at the top and tail at the bottom. The linework is crisp and even, with solid black ink and no shading, set against warm brown skin and a black open-back top. The tattoo sits centrally and is the main focus of the frame.

Geometric Fine line Back Arrow Geometric Diamond Chevron Spine

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third stake went in crooked again, and Harrow swore at it the way he swears at anything he cannot square with the theodolite. I am writing this on the back of the chainage sheet, with the drawing weighted under a flint so the wind off the scree cannot take it. Tell Mam the ridge is not as bad as the county letter made out. It is only steep, and the mist comes down at eleven every morning like a dropped sheet, and by noon you can see the whole valley laid out below like a dish of lentils.

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What we are doing is setting a line of arrows up the slope, each cut from larch and nailed to a post, heads pointing north-west toward the chapel ruin on the far spur. Harrow says the old road ran that way before the flood took the bridge, and the county wants it found before they sell the bottom field. Each arrow is a diamond stacked on a diamond, with chevrons laid over them like rungs, so from any post you can see the next one through the murk. Harrow drew the pattern on a slate. I cut the first twelve, and my palms are blistered from the knife.

Yesterday the mist lifted early, and from the sixth post I saw a dry stone wall running straight as a rule under the heather, and beyond it the broken arch of a gate. I stood there a long while with the staff in my hand. Harrow came up behind me, puffing, looked at the wall and then at my face, and said nothing at all, which from him is a speech.

So I have a question for you, sister, and you must answer it plainly. If a thing is made to point the way home, and the way home lies under a field someone else has bought, who does the pointing belong to? I will send this with the carrier on Thursday. Keep the lamp lit in the back window. I can see the valley from here, and it is very small, and very exact.