Black and grey dotwork mandala tattoo on the inner forearm, with a dotted chain and small arrow hanging below it.

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Mandala and arrow on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey mandala sits on the inner forearm, built from layered petals and radiating rings of fine dots and lines. A dotted chain with a small pendant and an arrowhead hangs from the base of the design. The photograph is taken from a low angle against a street background, with the tattoo as the clear focus.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Mandala Arrow Chain Dot Pendant Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nasreen, the rain has been coming sideways off the river since Tuesday, and the tarpaulin over my cloth stall has torn along the seam again, so every bolt of indigo I laid out for the Saturday crowd is spotted with grey. I spent an hour yesterday pegging them up in the back room of the chandler's, which he allows me for a shilling a day, and it smelled of tar and wet rope the whole time. You will laugh, but I thought of your grandmother's rangoli on the step, how she always began from a single dot and let the lines spread out until the whole doorway was lace. That is what I have been trying to do with the ledger, start from one small figure and let the rest follow it outwards.

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The man who bought the blue shawl last week came back this morning. He did not want a shawl. He wanted to know whether the brass pendant I wear on my chain was for sale, the little arrowhead one your father gave me the year we came over. I told him no, and he went away looking as if I had struck him. I am sorry if I was sharp with him. I only have the one thing from home that still points somewhere.

I have sold nothing since. The rain has settled into a fine mist that gets under the collar, and the gulls have given up on the bins. Still, I have ordered a new tarpaulin from the sailmaker on Dock Street, and he swears it will hold through November if I stitch the seams with waxed thread. Write back and tell me whether the river has come up at your end. If it has, come and sit in the back room with me. We can count the threads together and pretend it is a festival.