A colour realism tattoo on the forearm of open red lips framing a grey space scene with planets, set within black geometric linework of a circle, triangles and stars.

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Open red lips with planets and geometric linework

Geometric · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A pair of red lips is open to reveal a dark grey scene of cratered space with several shaded planets, one ringed. Black fine linework surrounds the lips with a circle, dashed arcs, triangles, small stars and a floating sphere above. The lips and planets are shaded with smooth tonal gradients, while the geometric lines are crisp and solid, with the red ink dominating the colour.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the sawdust, it gets in the gravy. Now, you want the end of the Pell Brothers Travelling Marvels, and you'll have it the way Old Mags gave it to me, sat on a crate behind the ticket wagon with her hand over her mouth every time she laughed. She'd no teeth left to speak of, but she could still make a crowd lean forward.

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By the close of the nineteen-fifties the tent had more canvas patches than canvas. The Fire Eater had gone to a council job in Leeds, the bearded lady ran a bingo hall in Rhyl, and Mags was left with the swallowing act, where she took a lit lantern into her mouth and blew it out again in a puff of smoke. Forty folk on a wet Tuesday in Melton Mowbray was the best of it. Then came the night the generator died and the crowd stood in the dark, grumbling, until a girl in a school jumper asked whether Mags could swallow the moon.

Mags didn't laugh. She knelt, opened her jaw wide as a church door, and the field went silent. Inside was a sky, black as a coal scuttle, pocked with craters, with grey moons turning slowly and one planet wearing a silver ring. Nobody breathed. Then the girl stepped up, peered in, and said she could see her gran's house. Mags shut her mouth, the lanterns came back on, and nobody bought a ticket that night. They went home quiet, each of them carrying a little piece of that sky in their heads.

Pell's son sold the wagons for scrap the following spring. Mags went to live with her sister in Skegness and was never seen swallowing anything again. But I'll tell you the last thing she said to me, and then you can get your tea. She said a sky is only ever lost when nobody bothers to look in. So look, and mind the sawdust.

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