Full back tattoo in black and grey realism showing a man in a hat and long coat walking down a street between tall buildings, with colourful sleeves on both arms.

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Man in a hat walking a city street across a back piece

Realism · Back · Mixed · Photo

A man in a hat and long coat is seen from behind, walking down the centre of a street lined with tall buildings that stretch up the back. The shading is black and grey, with fine gradations in the buildings, windows and pavement that create strong depth and perspective. Colourful tattoos on the upper arms contrast with the monochrome back piece.

Realism Back Upper arm Man Hat Building Skyscraper City

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody on Harrow Street walked down the middle of the road once the last tram had gone, so when Cyril Dunmore came out of the Anchor at twenty to midnight and set off along the centre line, the whole block turned to watch him. I was on the night desk at the Corvin Building, four floors up, with a ledger open and a cup of tea going cold. I wrote down the time out of habit.

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He had his grey mackintosh buttoned to the throat and his hat pulled low, and he walked the way men walk when they have already made up their minds and are only waiting for the rest of the world to catch up. The buildings leaned in over him. Every window on the Corvin side was dark except one on the ninth floor, where somebody had left a lamp burning for a wife who had stopped coming home years ago. The street ran straight as a rule between the towers, and the pavement lay pale and empty at its centre like a path cut through a canyon.

I went down to fetch him. By the time I reached the kerb the street had grown longer than it had any right to be, and the man in the hat was a good way ahead, still walking without looking back. Ahead of him stood the old Sterling Bank, the one that closed in March, its windows blind and its doors chained. He seemed to be heading for its steps as though he had an appointment there.

I stopped at the kerb and took the ledger out of my coat. I wrote 11.52, Dunmore, northbound, no return, and underlined it twice. Then I closed the book, turned round, and climbed the four flights back to the desk, because the kettle was still warm and somebody had to sign for the morning post.