Fine line black ink tattoo of a peacock within a mandala design, placed on the upper chest near the collarbone.

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Peacock mandala on the upper chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A small peacock stands at the centre of a fan of tail feathers, each feather decorated with eye motifs and radiating teardrop and petal shapes arranged in a circular mandala. The linework is thin and even, rendered in black ink with no shading or colour. The tattoo sits just below the collarbone and is framed by bare skin and a grey top.

Fine line Geometric Chest Peacock Mandala Feather Eye Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The customs clerk at Sallow Ford had stamped every passport for thirty years and never once looked up at the carts. So when the woman came over the bridge with a peacock walking behind her on a red cord, he looked up.

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"Papers," he said.

She gave him a folded sheet. On it was a fan of feathers drawn in brown ink, every eye in the plumage looking outward, and a bird standing in the middle like a bell clapper. He turned the sheet over. Blank. He turned it back and a few of the eyes had moved, all of them now turned toward his window.

"That's no passport," he said.

"It's the only paper my grandmother left me. The bird came with it. He counts what crosses."

The bird lifted its head, and the clerk felt the weight of every feather in the room, each one a small watchful eye. He had taken bribes, and he had waved through cattle that should have been held, and he had never once wondered what the river carried under the bridge at night. Now he wondered. The peacock stepped forward, and the eyes on its tail swung to the drawer where the stamp lived.

He stamped the sheet. The ink dried in a ring of petals. The woman thanked him, and the bird went on through the gate with its tail closed like a folded map, and from that day the clerk found that nothing he had hidden in forty years could stay hidden from the window.