Woman seen from behind with a large black and line-work back tattoo showing a city skyline, a black cloud, a heart, a pencil, a shark-like jaw and a closed-eyed face.

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Large back piece with skyline, cloud and face

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A woman seen from behind has a large back piece combining solid black silhouettes of a city skyline and a jagged jaw with fine line drawings of a pencil, a bird and a closed-eyed face. Small red accents appear on a heart and a few lines, while the rest is black ink. The design fills most of the back, with the hair falling over the upper shoulders and a sleeve tattoo visible at the left edge of the frame.

Back City skyline Cloud Raindrop Heart Pencil Face Teeth Bird Woman

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came in over Ostrand sideways off the water, and the fleet was still beyond the breakwater when my mother pulled the kitchen curtains shut. She sat with a pencil between her teeth and a sheet of cartridge paper pinned under her elbow, sketching boats she could not see. Every few minutes she stopped, closed her eyes and tapped the lead against the table, counting hulls by ear the way she said my grandfather used to.

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Across the bay the lights of Merrow were coming on one block at a time, the cranes standing up black against a sky the colour of wet slate. Dad called that far skyline the comb, because from our window it looked like a row of teeth. Last winter a dogfish had torn through the Marigold's net and he came home swearing about jaws that could not be trusted, not even the small ones. Mum had laughed then. She was not laughing now. The radio on the windowsill hissed and gave nothing back.

Near midnight the hiss turned into his voice, flat and tired, saying they were coming in on the tide. Mum pushed the paper across the table to me. She had drawn the Marigold running for the harbour mouth, a gull keeping pace off the stern, and a heart scratched in red above the wheelhouse where she always put one. Under the boat, where the water should have been, she had drawn nothing at all, only a small clean space.

I asked her why she had left it empty. She opened her eyes, took the pencil from her teeth and said that was where the luck went, because nobody ever thought to look there. Then she got up to put the kettle on, and I stayed bent over the picture until the headlamps swept across the wall.