Fine line black jellyfish tattoo with trailing tentacles, centred on the upper back of a person wearing a denim pinafore top.

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Jellyfish tattoo on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A jellyfish with a domed bell and long, wavy tentacles is tattooed in the centre of the upper back. The linework is fine and dark, with small triangular and dotted details on the bell and light shading that gives the bell some depth. The image is in black and grey and the tattoo sits centrally in the frame, with the wearer's head cropped out at the top.

Fine line Back Jellyfish Tentacle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tank has had a crack along its base since Margate, and Mr Hollis says the fair cannot afford new glass before Ipswich, so you keep a thumb on the seam while the generator coughs behind the marquee. Nobody comes into the Deep Sea tent before dusk. The lamp is blue gel stretched over a bulb, and under it the jellyfish turns slowly, its domed bell ribbed with pale triangles like the pennants strung along the Waltzer, its long threads lifting and settling as though the water is breathing for it.

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Tomasz from the coconut shy presses his nose to the glass every evening and asks whether it bites. You tell him it only stings if you panic, which is the closest thing to a rule you have. Mr Hollis sells the crowd a shilling's worth of wonder and calls it science. When the cracked pane finally goes, it does so on a wet Tuesday, and the water runs out across the sawdust like something escaping a bad dream.

You scoop the creature into a bucket with a sieve and a cup of its own water, carrying it through the rain while the lorries groan towards the coast road. The fair is packing up behind you, the carousel's last lights dimming one by one. At the harbour wall in Felixstowe you crouch and lower the bucket until the sea is cold over your knuckles. The jellyfish hangs there a moment, threads trailing, then pulses once and slips beneath the pier, carrying its small triangles into the dark.