Close crop of a woman with long wavy hair in a black leather jacket, touching her chest, with a black geometric mandala tattoo across the back of her hand.

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Geometric mandala tattoo on the hand

Geometric · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with long wavy hair wears a black leather jacket over a white ribbed crop top and rests her tattooed hand on her chest. The tattoo is a black ornate design of triangles, diamonds and fine dotted detail that spreads across the back of the hand toward the wrist. The image is in soft natural light against a pale background, with the face cropped out of frame.

Geometric Dotwork Hand Mandala Geometric pattern Dot Ornament Triangle Diamond

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth had counted the ewes twice before the snow came off the Dunmere ridge, and both times the tally came out one short. She stood at the top gate with the board under her arm and the pencil stub behind her ear, where the cold could not get at the lead, and watched the flock crowd the drystone wall like spilt ink.

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Her grandfather had marked the frost on the water trough every winter morning with a lolly stick, pressing in triangles and diamonds and rows of fine dots, a grid he swore kept the count honest. When he died in February she kept the habit without quite deciding to. Each dawn she broke the ice with the heel of her boot, let the water settle, then drew the grid again and put one dot in it for every ewe she could see.

The missing ewe was in the hollow below the hawthorn, her prints running down through the drifts in a neat line. Ruth followed them on her knees through the bracken and found her lying on her side, straw pressed flat round her, with two lambs already steaming in the cold. One was wet and blinking. The other was still curled like a folded letter. She had been counting the wrong thing for weeks.

She carried the lambs back up against her coat, one under each arm, and at the trough she set them down on the trampled snow long enough to press the lolly stick into the frost. The grid came out crooked. She dotted it anyway, two new dots at the edge, then wrote the count on the board with the pencil stub, and for once the numbers came out right.