Three photos of a geometric line tattoo on an upper arm, with a star containing a grey spiral shaded in the centre.

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Geometric line tattoo with star on upper arm

Geometric · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A fine black linework design of abstract angular shapes and intersecting lines covers the upper arm, with a five-pointed star outlined in black at its centre. The star contains a grey spiral that appears shaded, and the rest of the design is unshaded black line on pale skin. The three panels show the same arm from the front, side and back against a dark background.

Geometric Upper arm Geometric line Abstract shape Star Spiral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The surveyor's girl was sent out to Hallow Skerry with a ruled board, a coil of tarred line and a bag of iron pegs, and told to have the boundary fixed before the spring tides came in. The men on the mainland had given up on it. Every wall they built along the shore was gone by the next equinox, and the sea kept moving the stones like a child rearranging a table.

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She set her first line from the chapel to the lighthouse rock and it bent in the middle, as if something under the water had leaned on it. She tried another, then another. Where they crossed, the water turned in a slow grey circle off the point, and the fishermen called it the Oyster and would not row near it. She sat on the rock with her board on her knees and the wind taking her hair, and drew angles until the page was black with them.

At low water she walked out and drove a peg at every corner of the drawing, five of them round a centre, and wound the tarred line from peg to peg until a star stood in the sand. In the middle she scratched a spiral, the way the Oyster turned, because the old woman who taught her to read tides had said that a thing cannot be stilled by being ignored. The tide came round the point, reached the lines, and slowed. It did not stop, but it went around.

When she came back to the mainland the boundary held, and it has held since. The pegs rusted into the sand, and the children of Hallow Skerry still walk the star at low tide, one point to the next, and never step over the spiral in its middle. Her ruled board hangs in the chapel. On its back, in pencil gone silver, she wrote the only thing she learned that year: the sea respects a line that has been properly drawn.