Black and grey mandala tattoo with a lace-like geometric pattern, centred on the upper back.

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Mandala tattoo on upper back

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A circular mandala tattoo sits centred on the upper back, with a symmetrical radial design of petal-like shapes, scrolls and a small central rosette. The linework is fine and the grey shading gives the piece a lace-like depth against the pale skin. The design fills most of the frame, with the top of the shoulders and some loose hair visible at the top edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lace was still pinned to the board when the women began arriving at the old schoolroom, and Margery Pell would not let anyone lift the cloth until the bobbins had been counted. There were eleven girls on the Wenlow Cross bench the winter the beck flooded. Her mother had taught her that every rosette needed one petal for each child who had sat at the same bench, so Margery had worked nine petals in cream thread and then stopped, because the tenth place had been empty since the spring they buried the miller's youngest.

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Cissy Dunn came in her husband's coat and said the scrolls looked like wind on a pond. Ada Holroyd wanted to know why the outer ring was grey, and Margery said the grey was for the ones who had gone south, because grey thread holds the lamplight differently and you can always find it again in a dim room. They laughed, and then they stopped laughing, because the schoolroom clock had stood at ten to three since the flood and nobody had thought to wind it.

At the end of the afternoon Margery took up the small scissors and cut the pins one by one. Under the cloth, flat against the baize, lay a single petal worked in slate-coloured thread so fine it might have been a hair. Nobody had seen her make it. Ada touched the edge with one finger and said it was Hester Lane's stitch, the little knot Hester always tied off with her teeth. Margery folded the cloth over it and said nothing, and when someone at last reached up and wound the clock, it began to tick.