Two matching black and grey hamsa hand tattoos with an eye and floral ornament, one on each of two thighs.

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Matching hamsa hand tattoos on thighs

Dotwork · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

Two thighs each carry a near-identical hamsa hand design, with an open eye at the centre of the palm surrounded by flowers and scrollwork. The tattoos use fine stippled dotwork and delicate linework, with soft grey shading that gives the eye and petals depth. The photograph is framed so both tattoos sit side by side, with floral and denim shorts visible at the top edge.

Dotwork Fine line Thigh Hamsa Hand Eye Flower Mandala Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada had the cloakroom at the Tivoli Ballroom in Margate, a hatch of brass pigeonholes behind a counter, and in four winters nobody had lost a ticket. Her mother's brass hand hung on a cord above the hatch, palm out, the eye stamped into its centre worn to a glint by Ada's thumb over the years. Customers laughed at it, and then they stopped laughing when their coats came back dry and whole.

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On a wet Saturday in March, a girl in a navy mac came to the hatch holding half a ticket stub. She wanted her coat, she said, but the other half was with her sister, who was dancing with a sailor and refused to give it up. Ada asked her to wait. She counted the pigeonholes twice, then looked at the brass hand, then at the girl's steady fingers tapping the counter.

The band slid into a foxtrot and the floor filled with wet shoes and cheap cologne. Ada found the sister near the pillars, laughing with a sailor who had a cigarette tucked behind one ear. She held out the other half of the stub. The sister looked at it for a long moment, then at Ada's face, and went quiet. "Mum said someone would come with it," she said, and handed the sailor back his cigarette.

Ada walked back to the hatch with the two halves pressed flat together. The navy mac was waiting over the rail, exactly where she had hung it. Behind the counter the brass hand turned slowly on its cord, as it always did when the door opened, and Ada rubbed the eye clean with her thumb and wrote the date in the book.