Black and grey realistic tattoo of an open pocket watch with Roman numerals and visible gears, on the forearm.

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Pocket watch with exposed gears on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large pocket watch with a ring-and-crown bow, Roman numerals around the dial and a hand, with the cover open to show a detailed mechanism of gears and wheels. The piece uses fine linework for the case and numerals, with soft shading and highlights giving the metal a three-dimensional, realistic finish. It is rendered entirely in black and grey and fills most of the frame on the forearm against a plain background.

Realism Forearm Pocket watch Clock Roman numeral Gear

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You want to know why the clock stopped at a quarter past four, and I'll tell you, but you'll have to hold still, the way your gran did when I was mending her carriage clock. Old Harker kept the shop on Tanner Lane, and he had a rule that no watch went back on the bench until its back was off and its heart was lying in the tray. That was how I learned the works of a thing. Gears like little cathedral windows, he said, and every one of them doing exactly what the one beside it asked.

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The watch that came in that wet March belonged to a Mrs Pell, and it had been her husband's, and he had carried it in his waistcoat for forty years and never once wound it past the wheel stop. She wanted it opened so she could see the mechanism before she gave it away. Harker sent me to fetch the loupe, and when I came back he had already lifted the balance cock and was grinning at me over his glasses. There was a hair caught in the escapement, grey and fine as thread, wound round the pallet three times. Nobody had put it there. It had simply been living in the watch all those years, keeping time with him.

We freed it with a bent pin and a lot of breathing, and the watch ran again that same afternoon. Mrs Pell came back the next week and asked us to set it to the hour of his death, which she told us was twenty past nine. We did, and she thanked us, and she never asked for the case back.

So when your uncle asked me to stop by and look at his new watch, I told him the only thing that matters about a good one, which is that it still has room inside for someone else's hair.