Black and grey mandala tattoo with dotted shading on the upper back of a woman in a white lace-trimmed top, seen from behind.

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Mandala tattoo on upper back

Dotwork · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman is photographed from behind, showing a round mandala tattoo centred between her shoulder blades. The design uses fine outlines, dotted shading and layered petal shapes radiating from a central rosette. The ink is black and grey against pale skin, and the tattoo sits in the middle of the frame above a white lace-trimmed top.

Dotwork Geometric Back Mandala Floral Rosette Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pricking card came back from the frame shop with its centre torn out, and Ada Pell held it up to the gas bracket as though the light might tell her whose fault it was. The rosette was her aunt's design, drafted in pencil on squared paper the winter before the old woman died, every petal a ring of tiny dots that the machine would read as lace. Twelve outer petals, six within, and at the heart a knot of dots so close together they looked like soot.

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'Six o'clock,' said Mr Gorse from the doorway, not unkindly. The Hollins order went out on the Thursday train, and that card would not run with a hole in it.

She did not argue. She sat at the bench with a bradawl, a pot of ink and the magnifier that had been her aunt's, and started counting. The dots had to be placed by eye between the old ones, following curves she could feel more than see. Her wrist ached. The tea bell rang and she kept going, pricking the heart again and again, until a thin doubt settled in her chest that she was only making the same mistake twice.

Then she noticed the innermost ring did not close. Her aunt had left a gap on one side no wider than a fingernail, and Ada had always taken it for an oversight. Under the lamp she understood it was a door. She pricked a seventh petal into the gap, small and lopsided, and when she laid the card against the light the rosette looked less finished than opening.

The card went through the frame at ten to six. Weeks later a length of the Hollins lace reached a shop in Bath, and a customer held it to the window and asked why one petal in the middle was smaller than the rest. The girl at the counter did not know, so she said it had been made by hand.