Realistic pocket watch tattoo with red Roman numerals and gold gears, framed by a flower and swirling shading, on the outer thigh.

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Pocket watch with gears and flowers on thigh

Realism · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A realistic pocket watch with its case open to show the gold movement sits at the centre of the design. Above and around it are a white flower, grey scrolls, beads and a faint chain, all shaded in smooth black and grey with fine highlights. The red Roman numerals and gold gears are the only strong colours against the greyscale shading.

Realism Thigh Pocket watch Gear Roman numeral Clock face Flower Swirl Chain Bead

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The name badges are still in the cardboard box marked 1999, so you spend a while finding your own, peeling the sticker from its backing while the urn ticks and rattles behind the serving hatch. Across the hall the parquet has been polished to a shine the caretaker, Mr Pilling, would have approved of. You were always the one told off for running on it.

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Marcus Feeney, who was top of the class at maths and now sells conservatories in Wakefield, waves you over to a table of faces you half recognise. Ellie Hart sits at the end with a pocket watch lying open on a paper napkin. Her dad's, she says. In the sixth form common room she used to flick its case open with her thumbnail and show you the gold wheels turning, insisting they were the only honest thing in the building. Now she keeps one hand flat beside it, the way you might steady a sleeping cat.

It stopped the week of the funeral, she tells you. She has taken it to three repairers in Harrogate, and each one has said the same thing: the mainspring is fine, it just won't wind. She wanted someone from the old days to see the numerals still red, still crisp. You turn the crown gently between your finger and thumb. Nothing. The gears sit exactly where they sat in 1999.

Above the stage the hall clock says twenty past nine, and has said it all evening. Ellie laughs, sets the watch face up beside your plastic cup of squash, and for a while neither of you says anything at all.