A grid of eight photographs showing small and medium black palm tree tattoos on the forearm, ankle, calf and upper arm, in fine line and shaded styles.

Palm tree tattoos in eight photos

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

This collage shows eight photographs of palm tree tattoos on skin, with trunks and fronds drawn in black ink. The linework ranges from fine, thin outlines on small designs to soft, shaded fronds on larger pieces. The images are all black and grey, with some shown in warm sandy settings and others in monochrome.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferry is late again, so you walk the length of Carrick Strand with the post under one arm and a net bag of onions in the other, counting the palms the way your grandmother taught you, one for every storm the island survived. There are eleven. The twelfth, the one by the pier, went over in the winter gale and lies along the shingle like a dropped broom, and nobody has had the heart to drag it off.

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Mr Abara from the chandlery says the first trees came from a crate of seedlings a Dutch captain left behind in 1911, and that he swore they would outlast the lighthouse. You don't believe him. You believe the lighthouse is the only thing on Carrick that has ever been properly looked after. Still, you water the young one behind the school every morning, pouring from the tin can with the dent in its side, because Ruth Pennock asked you to before she left on the Tuesday boat and never came back.

The envelope in today's post has a Lisbon stamp and your name written in a hand you almost recognise. Inside is a single line on thin paper: the trunk is leaning east now, and the fronds catch the wind before anything else does. No signature. You fold it into your sleeve and walk back along the sand, past the fallen tree, to the young palm, and you see it. The trunk has straightened overnight, pointing at the horizon as if someone out there is about to answer.

You kneel and fill the can. The water runs off into the roots, and for once you don't count anything.

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