Abstract geometric tattoo in red and black, with hexagons, vertical bars and a downward arrow, on the inner forearm.

Red and black geometric hexagons on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo covers the forearm with abstract geometric shapes, including several red and dark hexagons joined by thin black lines that end in a downward arrow. Bold blocks of solid black and soft red wash form vertical bars, and a faint white script sits within the upper section. The composition runs along the length of the arm, with the shapes balanced between the upper and lower halves.

Geometric Forearm Hexagon Arrow Abstract shape Geometric shape Line Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming down the length of Carrow Street since noon, and by four the awning over Ada's stall sagged like a wet sail. You had the last jar of comb in your hands before the lamp went out, the wax cap still cool from the cupboard under the counter, and you were not going to sell it to the man in the grey coat who kept asking the price twice.

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"Eleven pounds," you said, and he laughed at you the way men laugh at weather. He walked off toward the fish stalls. You stood there with the honey, watching the red bulbs over the gutter smear into the puddles, and you looked at the label your grandmother had printed in her cramped capitals. Six sides to every cell, because the bees had worked out that it was the cheapest way to hold the most sweetness. She had told you that when you were small enough to be lifted onto the crate.

Ada had been gone three weeks. Her hives were still out past the allotments, humming behind the wire, and you had promised the council inspector you would move them before the frost. Tonight you took a knife to the last of the frames anyway, cut the comb into squares, and wrapped each one in waxed paper with her name written in faint pencil, so the rain would blur it and nobody could ever prove where it had come from.

The grey coat came back at closing, soaked to the collar. He didn't ask the price. He held out two coins and watched you slide the jar across the wet boards, and as he turned away the light caught a drip running down the awning pole. It gathered, thinned, and fell in a straight dark line toward the cobbles, and you let it go.