Black and grey realism full arm sleeve tattoo showing praying hands, a rosary, haloed figures, clouds and a scroll of text, shown from three angles on an upper arm and forearm.

Religious full sleeve with praying hands

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

Three views of a full arm sleeve. It includes praying hands, a rosary, two haloed figures at the lower forearm, a central robed figure with a halo over a radiating sun, angels among clouds, and a scroll of lettering on the upper arm. The shading is soft and smooth in grey tones, with fine linework and no colour ink.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Praying hands Rosary Cloud Halo Angel Scroll Lettering Sun rays Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The beads had been Nessa's mother's, and they hung on the tiller of the Brightwater as she took her out, because the priest was on the mainland until Tuesday and nobody else on Corrag knew all the words. The fog came off the Skerrow Deep like wet wool. She could hear the bell buoy somewhere to the east and not see it, and the engine coughed twice and then gave up altogether.

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She did what her mother had done in the boats before her. She said the prayer painted on the wall of the church porch, the one with the long line about the sea being the Lord's, and she counted the beads the way you count a rope through your hands. Somewhere past the fortieth bead the cloud thinned. Above her, in ragged white, there were shapes she would have called angels had she been the sort to call things anything: a child leaning out of a cloud with its hands together, and a pair of smaller ones kneeling on a ledge of vapour.

Then the sun came through in long bars and laid itself across the water. At the end of the nearest bar, where the saint's statue stood on the headland with its face knocked off by the gale, a figure stood in the light with a ring of gold around its head. The brass ring had come off the wreck of the Morvena two winters back. Nessa had never believed the fishermen who said the saint had asked for it.

The boat drifted toward the slip. She found the bell buoy by its ringing, and the men on the stones were already coming down with their arms out. When they asked how she had got in, she held up the rosary, still wet, and said only that the Lord had been good to a woman who kept her hands busy.