Black fine line outline tattoo of an abstract upright shape with an angular top, on the inner wrist and forearm.

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Minimal black outline shape on inner wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single continuous black outline forms an abstract upright shape with a rounded, hat-like top and a flared base. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the ink is a dark blue-black. The tattoo sits on the inner wrist, against a pale forearm, with a dark sleeve at the top of the frame and a light tiled surface behind.

Fine line Forearm Outline Abstract shape Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Hollis had kept the key to the chapel gate for thirty-one years, and she knew the difference between a visitor who wanted to look and one who wanted to hide. The boy from the village had the second look that Tuesday, sitting on the chapel steps with his knees up and one hand pressed flat over his coat pocket. Gulls wheeled above the keep. The north wall had come down in the winter gales, and grass pushed up through the flagstones where the great hall had been.

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"You'll want to give it back," she said, not unkindly, and he didn't pretend he didn't know what she meant.

He handed it over. It was a black chess piece no longer than her finger, its top flattened into a brim like a bishop's mitre worn smooth by thumbs, its foot splayed out so it would stand. The base was chipped. On the underside someone had scratched a small cross with a nail, the way children do when they're bored in church.

The board was still in the solar, under a sheet of perspex the Trust had put down in 1962. Forty-odd pieces stood where a household had left them four centuries ago, mid-game, with the lord's bishop threatening a knight nobody had ever moved. Mrs Hollis lifted the perspex, found the empty square beside the black queen, and set the piece down there. It fitted exactly.

The boy looked at the board for a long time. Then he asked whether the winner had ever been written down, and she told him no, only that the game had stopped when the sun came through the window, and it had been stopping at that same hour ever since.