Close photograph of a small grey shaded dome tattoo with an outline and horizontal inner lines, at the end of an arm, with faint scratch-like marks above it.

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Grey dome tattoo on an arm

Other · Black and grey · Photo

A small dome-shaped design sits at the end of a bare arm, outlined in dark ink with grey shading and fine horizontal lines across its surface. Above it, several short, pale, scratch-like marks run across the skin. The image is a close crop against a red top and a light grey background, with the tattoo as the clear focus.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Put the kettle on, then, and don't interrupt me the way you did last winter, because this is the part where Tom Gedge stood on the quay with his hand still wet from the bell rope. The Constance Mary had come round the point at dusk with her nets dragging like wet washing and nobody at her wheel. For forty years the bell had hung in the chandlery window, a dome of ribbed brass no bigger than a cupped palm, and every man in Porthcarrow knew the sound of it.

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Gedge took it down that night and rang it out over the water, three strokes, then a long pause, the way the old men had taught him. Lamps came on along the harbour wall. Women ran down the steps with coats over their nightdresses. The sea was flat as a plate and it gave nothing back.

Near midnight the Constance came in on the ebb by herself, slow, her decks running with weed. Her skipper, Ezra Hale, was sitting on the hatch with his back against the mast, grinning like a boy, a cockle shell in his palm that he'd found wedged in the net. He said he had only dozed. He had dozed for nine hours, and somewhere past the sandbank the tide had turned him round and round, listening for a bell that nobody was ringing.

Gedge never told anyone which of them had been ringing. He hung the bell back in the window, and it still sits there, and when the wind comes from the west you can hear it tap against the glass, three times and then a pause, as if someone out there is counting the boats home.