Traditional style tattoos of a diamond, club, heart and spade playing card suits, one on each finger of a hand, with a grey ornamental pattern across the back of the hand.

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Playing card suits on fingers

Traditional · Hand · Mixed · Photo

Four playing card suit symbols sit one on each finger: a red diamond, a grey club, a red heart and a grey spade, each with bold black outlines. The shading is smooth and soft within the outlined shapes, and the red and grey ink are placed on the finger sides. A larger grey linework pattern with swirling lines and shading covers the back of the hand on the left, and the hand fills most of the frame against a dark, blurred background.

Traditional Hand Playing card Diamond Club Heart Spade Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keep your eyes on the table and not on my fingers, the cards can smell a nervous man the way gulls smell herring. That winter four of them sat in the back room of the Scarra Inn with the paraffin lamp hissing between them, playing for the last of the summer money. Ailsa Rennie dealt, Murdo Campbell was caught palming an ace, and the wind came in off the sound hard enough to rattle the shutters like it had a grievance of its own.

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The stake that night was the Morag, a clinker boat with a cracked strake and a name painted over twice. Ailsa had nothing to lay against it but her late mother's silver watch, and she set it face up on the wood so everyone could hear it ticking. Old Iain Matheson took the red diamond and squinted at it as if it owed him rent. Young Calum took the black club and laughed, because clubs were for cudgels and he had one in his coat. The red heart went to the widow of the lighthouse keeper, who never said a word and never needed to.

The last card, the black spade, went to nobody. It lay face down while the lamp guttered, and the four of them waited for someone brave enough to turn it. Calum reached for it, stopped, then laid his palm flat over the top and slid it back toward the dealer. Ailsa said it was only a card. Iain said it was only a boat. The widow said nothing at all, and that was how they knew the game was over.

So they walked down to the harbour together in the rain and dropped the watch off the slip instead, the four of them standing with their hands in their pockets while it sank. And that, if you want the truth, is why the Morag still sails out of Scarra with her name freshly painted on the hull and a tin watch hanging in the wheelhouse, ticking away the hours nobody bet on.