Realism style black and grey tattoo of a sequence of moon phases running across the inner forearm.

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Moon phases sequence on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A row of moon phases runs across the inside of a forearm, from a thin crescent on the left through partial phases to a full moon in the centre and a crescent on the right. The moons are shaded in black and grey, with soft gradients and mottled texture suggesting craters and surface detail. The arm is photographed at an angle against a grey sweatshirt sleeve, with a blurred interior behind it.

Realism Forearm Moon Moon phase Crescent moon Full moon Celestial

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The moon came down the stairwell of Gosling House one night in March, because the lift had been broken since Christmas and nobody had thought to tell it. Old Mrs Pryce on the fourth floor heard it knocking on each landing, a thin white knock, and she opened her door and told it to mind the bins.

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It was a paring then, and it wanted feeding. Mrs Pryce gave it a saucer of milk and a heel of Sunday loaf, and it sat on the step by the window and grew fat by degrees, the way bread does when you leave it under a cloth. By the second week it was round and pocked like a boiled potato, and the Pryce boys said the pits were where the old bread had gone in.

Then the council men came with their clipboards and said the moon was a fire risk and had to be moved to the roof. Mrs Pryce said it would only go where it was asked nicely, so they asked it, and it climbed the stairs in a slow waning, shrinking a little on every landing until it was a sliver again at the top, and then it slipped over the parapet like a coin dropped down a well.

Every month since, on the night it wanes, Mrs Pryce leaves the landing light on and a crust out on the sill, and in the morning the crust is gone and a little more of the moon has come back down the stairs to be looked at. The boys say it grows a new crater for every crust. They are not wrong.