Black and grey scythe tattoo curving above and behind a person's ear, with small lettering on the ear and silver hoop earrings.

Scythe tattoo behind the ear

Other · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a person's ear and the side of the head, showing a scythe tattoo with a curved blade above the ear and a long dark handle running down behind it. The blade uses solid black fill and fine stippled shading, while the handle has textured, wood-like lines. Small letters are tattooed on the ear's inner cartilage, and two silver hoop earrings sit in the lobe. The image is monochrome with soft lighting against dark hair.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at the Pavilion in Holbeach Fen had seen Ernest Coote take the scythe off its nail, but by ten o'clock on the last Saturday of August it was leaning against the cloakroom hatch, blade up, and the caller had stopped calling because the fiddler had stopped playing to stare at it.

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Ernest had cut the verge outside that hall for thirty-one summers. He cut it at dawn with the long, unhurried stroke his father had taught him, and he never once let the blade touch the brick. People called him odd. People said a good deal about the Coote men, who all seemed to be standing at the back of the room whenever a dance ended badly.

Ivy Marsh had come to forget a Thursday. She had been dancing with a sailor from Wisbech all evening, and when the band struck up the last waltz she found herself steered across the floor by the old man instead, his boots careful on the boards. "Keep to the middle, love," he said. "Floor's gone soft past the third pillar." The sailor had left by the side door with his cap in his hand, and nobody had thought to stop him.

When the lamps went out she walked home along the dyke road with the moon laid across the drains like a cut swathe. The verge was clean all the way to the crossroads, every stem of it lying flat and tidy, and at the bend a single silver hoop lay in the grass, the kind a man might lose while working bare-headed in the heat. She picked it up, meaning to take it back to the hall, and found it was still warm.