Black linework tattoo of a jewelled filigree ornament with teal gem fills, placed across the centre of the chest between the hands of the person holding the skin.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Jewelled filigree ornament on the chest

Chest · Mixed · Photo

A symmetrical ornamental design of black linework with scrolling lace-like arches, dotted chains and drop shapes sits across the centre of the chest. Several oval and drop-shaped areas are filled with teal and blue shading to resemble gemstones. The design is centred in the frame, with two hands holding the skin above it against plain, pale skin.

Chest Jewel Gemstone Filigree Ornament Lace Chain Drop

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pawnbroker's clock had stopped at twenty to four, and Mrs Ruddock would not have it touched. "Let the brass keep its own hours," she said, so the shop on Vyse Street smelled of paraffin and wet wool, and nobody who came in on a Tuesday expected to be told the time.

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Ada Pryce unwrapped her parcel on the counter as though it might bite. Inside was a filigree ornament no longer than a hand, silver wire curled into lace arches, little beads strung on fine chains, and six stones of a green-blue colour that seemed to hold lamplight somewhere under the surface. "My father made chandeliers for the Grand Ballroom," Ada said. "When they took the ballroom down he brought home a bit of the last one. He said it was the only thing in the building worth keeping."

Mrs Ruddock lifted it with a loupe pressed to one eye and counted the drops under her breath. She weighed the silver, tapped one stone with a fingernail, and named a figure that was fair. Ada shook her head.

"I don't want to sell it," Ada said. "I want to know what it's worth lit."

The old woman carried the piece to the back window, where the afternoon came through grey and thin. She turned it until the teal stones caught the light, and for a moment the whole thing seemed to hang in the air the way the ballroom had, every drop trembling. She wrote a ticket. It did not carry a sum, only: One chandelier, to be held until lit. Ada pinned it inside her coat, and the clock on the wall, which nobody had touched, still said twenty to four."