Black and grey fine line and dotwork tattoo of a triangle, circles and arrows with dotted lines on the inner forearm.

Geometric triangle and circles on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A geometric design shows a large triangle enclosing overlapping circles, with arrows, a crescent shape and small smaller circles set around them. The outlines are fine and precise, with dotted lines running along the arcs and some areas softened with stippled shading. The tattoo is in black ink and grey tones only, and sits centrally on a pale forearm against a blurred background.

Fine line Dotwork Geometric Forearm Triangle Circle Arrow Dotted line Crescent Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chalk had been Mrs Ashdown's idea, not the caller's, and she was still cross about it when the fiddles started. She drew the big triangle on the boards of the Corn Exchange annexe with a stick of white chalk, three corners pinned to the three doors, and then she drew circles inside it, one for each couple who had paid their shilling. Nobody asked why. Dances in that hall had always gone round in rings, and everyone assumed she was tidying the floor.

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Her son Walter, who had come home from the mill with a cough, stood by the arrows she had painted in the corners and watched the couples go. The arrows showed the way a reel must turn so no two partners crossed the same line twice. The small circles were where the children sat. The crescent, drawn at the edge of the last circle, was the space left for whoever arrived after the music began. Every year someone did, and every year they found a place.

On the last night of the winter dance, a stranger in a wet coat came in through the south door, which was the wrong door, and stood on the crescent without being told. Walter saw the couples bend towards him, one after another, as though the chalk had asked them to. The fiddle stopped. When the room looked again the stranger was gone, and the crescent was still there, faint and perfect, scuffed into the boards where no feet had been.

Mrs Ashdown never wiped it. She said a floor should keep the shape of the people who danced on it, and that the triangle was only the walls remembering where they stood.