Dark brown octopus tattoo with tentacles wrapping the back of a hand and fingers, placed on the hand.

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Octopus tentacles across a hand

Realism · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A large octopus with its tentacles spread across the back of a hand and up over the fingers, with suckers and curling tips drawn in fine detail. The ink is shaded in dark brown and grey with hatched and stippled texture, giving the tentacles a rounded, dimensional look. The hand is shown against a plain white background, with a few thin cords or bands visible at the wrist.

Realism Hand Octopus Tentacle Sucker Hand Finger

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The octopus came up the orchard wall in the last week of August, the same week the Bramley windfalls began to rot in the grass. Old Hannah Tregear saw it first, a dark arm hanging over the coping stone like washing left out, and she fetched the rake thinking it was a rope someone had dropped from the lane.

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It was no rope. The arm curled and found the apple tree, then the next, and by the Sunday it had wrapped the lower limbs of every tree on the south slope, its suckers pressed into the bark so that the fruit hung on pale rings. Nobody picked. The pickers from Penzance walked up the lane, saw the grey-brown limbs lifting out of the long grass, and turned round again.

Hannah went up the slope on the Monday with a basket and a bottle of cider, because her mother had always said that anything wanting something from an orchard would take a fair trade or nothing. She set the bottle on the stone. The largest tip came down the wall, tasted the air above the glass, and then, very neatly, lifted the cork and drank.

By dusk the arms had loosened. In the morning there were eleven baskets of Bramleys at the gate, every one unbruised, and a single curled tip lying on the wall like a ribbon someone had forgotten to tie. Hannah kept it in the cider press, and it was still there when the frost came. Nobody on the hill has picked the south slope since without leaving the first basket for the sea.