Black and grey realism tattoo of a lightning bolt containing glasses, a book and a teacup, surrounded by handwritten script along the ribs.

Lightning bolt with objects and script on ribs

Realism · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded black and grey lightning bolt fills the centre of the image, with objects inside it that appear to include glasses, an open book and a teacup. Handwritten script runs in curving lines around the bolt and across the skin. The photograph is taken from the side at an angle, showing the torso in a warm, indoor setting.

Realism Lettering Ribs Lightning bolt Glasses Book Teacup Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wire came down at Harrow Dene a little after four, and by the time Mr Pellow had walked the mile to the exchange his boots were full of rain. Nobody in the village could send a word until the line was mended, so I sat at the board with the lamp turned low and listened to the hiss of nothing and wrote the date in the book out of habit.

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On the Thursday the lightning came into the schoolroom. Miss Ashcombe was marking spelling tests at her desk when the bolt walked down the chimney and out through the window, and it left her spectacles fused to the sill, her copy of Lear scorched open at the page about the storm, and a teacup standing upright on the floor with its tea still warm. She told the constable she had heard a voice in the thunder reading her own exercise book back to her, every correction in the margin. He wrote it down in his notebook. I have the copy now, passed across the counter with a shilling.

I tapped out the first clear message at ten past six: Dene line restored, school damaged, no fatalities, please advise. The answer came back in less than a minute, from a clerk in the city who had no idea where Harrow Dene was and wanted to know why we were sending so much weather. I told him the truth, that the storm had been very particular about what it chose to break.

When the rain finally stopped, Miss Ashcombe came down the lane with the teacup wrapped in her shawl. She set it on the counter beside the key, turned it so the chip faced the wall, and asked whether I could send her a message to her sister in Carlisle. I said I could. She dictated four words and then changed her mind and asked me to send only the last one.