Black and grey realism tattoo of a Roman numeral pocket watch and a banner reading familia across the upper arm and shoulder.

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Pocket watch and banner on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large sleeve-style design centred on a pocket watch with Roman numerals and hands set at an angle. A ribbon banner across the middle carries the word familia in script, with smoke or cloud shapes and a number nine partly visible beneath it. The shading is detailed and smooth, with strong highlights and deep greys across the watch case and banner.

Realism Upper arm Shoulder Pocket watch Clock face Roman numeral Banner Smoke

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pass closed on the Tuesday, and by Thursday the snow had buried the sign at Hollin Gate so completely that the only way to tell anyone we were still open was the smoke from the chimney. Dad wound his father's pocket watch every night at ten and hung it on the nail above the hatch, because he said a house needs one thing that keeps honest time when the roads have stopped.

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Eight of us were stuck there that week: two nurses off the late shift, a lorry driver called Mick who snored like a diesel engine, and the widow from Keld who had come down for a funeral and stayed for the snow. Room nine had a brass tag but no key, and someone had scratched a word into the door frame, Familia, in the careful capitals Gran used on the bread labels. Mrs Peel said it was Latin for the people you can't leave. Nobody argued with her.

On the sixth night the generator coughed and died, and we sat round the grate with candles while the wind worked at the shutters. Mick told us about his brother, who he had not spoken to in eleven years, and the nurses took turns making tea in the dark. Somewhere after midnight I noticed the watch on the nail had stopped at twenty to four. Dad said he had forgotten to wind it, which he had never done in forty years.

In the morning the plough came up the valley with its orange light turning on the drifts. The widow pressed a coin into my palm for the room, and Mick shook Dad's hand twice. I took the watch down from its nail and found it had fogged with smoke on the inside of the glass. I wound it anyway, and it ran, and I let it run.