Realism colour tattoo of a hooded woman wearing a blood-stained respirator above a graveyard scene, placed on the calf.

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Hooded woman in a bloodied mask on a calf

Realism · Calf · Mixed · Photo

A woman in a hood looks forward with pale eyes, her lower face covered by a respirator-style mask with red blood spatter and a tube. Below her, a dark green graveyard scene shows crosses, a bare tree and a shadowy figure. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft red blood tones and muted greens set against dark greys and blacks.

Realism Calf Woman Hood Mask Blood Graveyard Cross Tree

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boat came over from the mainland on the third Tuesday of October, and Mother said we were not to go down to the jetty to meet it. Everyone on Skerra knew what a boat in autumn meant after the fever year. I was eleven and thought I knew better, so I went anyway, with the wind pushing at my back and the gulls screaming over the harbour wall.

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Only one man stepped off. He wore a long oilskin and a mask of greased leather with a glass snout, the kind the doctors in Stornoway had used before the war, and a rubber tube ran from it into a tin canister on his hip. Where the mask was spattered, someone had scrubbed at it and given up. Father Ruadh met him at the gate of the kirkyard, and the two of them walked up between the leaning stones without speaking, past the bare rowan that had died in the spring.

I followed them as far as the wall. The man stopped by the fresh cut in the ground at the far end, where the earth was still dark and wet, and knelt down. He did not pray. He lifted something out of the grave-mouth wrapped in sailcloth and held it up toward the grey sky, the way you would show a catch to the sea, and then he looked straight across the graves at me, through the glass, as if he had been waiting all year for someone to see.

Mother came for me before the light went. She did not ask what I had seen. She only took my hand and said the sexton had gone to the mainland on the same boat, and that she had counted the stones twice, and there was one more than there had been in September.