Black and grey dotwork seahorse tattoo with a mandala flower on the side of a person's ribs.

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Seahorse with mandala flower on ribs

Dotwork · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A seahorse with a curled tail is shown in black ink, with a mandala-style flower filling its body and ornate scrollwork along its back and tail. The shading is built from fine dots and stippled lines, giving soft gradients against the patterned outline. The tattoo sits on the side of the ribcage, with a light top and denim jeans visible at the edges of the frame.

Dotwork Botanical Ribs Seahorse Mandala Flower Scroll Tail Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's glass this morning. Sit by the range where I can see you, because I'm too old to tell this twice and too stubborn to tell it short. The winter of forty-seven, the lower meadow at Hollin Farm flooded in November and froze hard by Candlemas. Ada Pryce, who did the milking then, went down with the ash bucket and found a seahorse set in the ice like a fly in amber. Its tail was curled tight as a fern frond, and its body had a flower opened right through the middle, petals of frost and black water.

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Her father said it was a bad omen and wanted the block chopped for the cold store. Ada wouldn't have it. She dragged the ice up the yard on a sledge and stood it in the kitchen, in the big bread bowl, where the warmth could get at it. Every morning the seahorse had shifted a little nearer the window. The scrollwork on its back looked finer each day, as though someone had gone over it with a needle in the night. Her mother swore she heard it knocking.

The thaw came early, the way it does when it's spiteful. The bread bowl ran over before breakfast and the seahorse was simply gone, with nothing left but a wet ring on the flags. Her father went out to see about the pond and came back quiet. On the frozen mud of the lower field there was a flower pressed into the ground, petals all pointing north, and beside it a tail-shaped groove going down toward the brook. He never sold the farm after that.

So if you walk the lower field at first frost, mind where you put your boots. You'll see the mud curl into a small tail, and under all that cold ground, the daft thing is still swimming.