Black and grey linework tattoo of a riveted, mechanical-looking claw with hatched shading, on the outer upper arm.

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Riveted mechanical claw on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo of a segmented, mechanical-looking claw or hand with several long, curved prongs and small rivets along the joints. The linework is bold and outlined, with hatched shading on the metal sections and clean white skin left as highlights. The design sits diagonally on the arm against a dark background, with the top of the claw near the elbow.

Upper arm Claw Hand Mechanical Rivet Metal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grabber at the end of the pier had nine rivets to every prong, and by the summer of 1956 you could tell the time by how long it took Mr Lusk to stop swearing at it. You fed it pennies from the cardboard tray your father used to keep his fly-hooks in, and watched the claw swing out over the heap of tinned peaches and the one brass pocket watch nobody had won since Whitsun.

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Ada from the chip shop said the watch was dead, its hands fixed at ten to four, and that a machine built by a fitter with tin ears could never close on something so small. You didn't argue. You'd seen the left prong bend back on a bad drop and set straight again with a hammer and a lot of spit, and you knew the joints were loose enough to let a thing slip through if you were patient about the angle.

Eleven pennies later the claw closed on the watch, lifted it clean, then opened over the chute and dropped it into the tin trough with a clatter that made Lusk look up from his ledger. He came over, wiped his hands on his waistcoat and held out his palm. Not for the watch. For the tray of pennies, which he counted with his lips moving.

Then he tipped the chute open with one finger and said the claw had never been the trick of the thing. The watch had been stopped on purpose, he said, and the rivets were put in to keep the arm from ever getting tired. You lifted the watch out with your own hand, warm from the sun on the glass, and the hands began to move.