Black and grey fine line geometric tattoo of circles, diamonds and hexagons joined by thin vertical lines, on a calf.

Geometric line tattoo on a calf

Fine line · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A thin black line tattoo sits on the front of a lower leg, with a large circle, a tilted square, small hexagons and several dots linked by long vertical lines. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the design runs down the leg in a single column. The photograph is in greyscale and the subject fills the centre of the frame, with a blurred indoor background and a shoe visible at the bottom.

Fine line Geometric Calf Circle Diamond Hexagon Line Dot Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at the reunion remembered Mr Pargeter's rule about sharpening pencils to a chisel, which was a shame, because it was the only thing from Year Ten I had ever got right. The school hall smelled of the same floor polish, and someone had hung a paper banner over the stage that said TWENTY-FIVE YEARS with the Y peeling off the edge.

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I found Dana Kettle in the corridor outside the old technical drawing room, where the glass case of pupils' work was still bolted to the wall. She had a plastic cup of warm wine and the look of someone who had been dreading this for months and was now slightly bored by it. We stood in front of a sheet of cartridge paper, yellow at the corners, that had a circle drawn in the top half, a square tilted inside it like a kite, and a single line dropped from one corner to the bottom of the page. The task had been to find the true centre of the circle using only the tools in the box. Dana had never finished it. She said she had cried in the cloakroom instead, and I believed her, because I had been in the cloakroom too.

The line on the sheet did not stop where it should have. Someone, probably me, had carried it on past the square, through two small dots, down to a hexagon that sat alone near the bottom of the page. The hexagon had a ring round it, as if it had been dropped and was still settling. Dana leaned in and said that was the bit Pargeter had written about in red ink, the bit he said proved we had stopped checking our work. I did not remember that. I only remembered him holding the sheet up to the light.

I took the ruler out of my handbag, the same cheap plastic one I had carried through every exam, and laid it along the line. The edge ran straight through the circle, past the kite, and landed on the hexagon, a few millimetres off its point. Dana laughed, a proper laugh that made a man at the far end of the corridor turn round. "He'd have given you a B," she said, and I told her I would take it.