Black and grey tattoo of a seated Buddha above a lotus base on an upper arm, shown in a close view and a wider view.

Seated Buddha on a lotus

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A seated Buddha with a topknot, a third-eye mark and closed eyes sits with one hand raised, palm out, above a layered lotus base. The figure is drawn with bold black outlines and soft grey shading on the robes and face, and the lotus petals are shaded to add depth. The left photograph is a close view of the design, and the right photograph shows it smaller on the arm with a grey sleeve above and a gloved hand at the edge of the frame.

Upper arm Buddha Lotus Seated figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The net came up heavy on the third haul, and Tomasz was already reaching for the winch lever when Ruth raised her hand. She did not look at him. She sat on her upturned fish crate by the galley hatch with her eyes closed and her palm turned out toward the grey water, the way she had sat through every squall for thirty years on the Corvina Rose, and the boy stopped as if he had walked into glass.

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Nobody on the boat called it praying. Ruth called it letting the sea finish its sentence. The swell lifted and dropped the hull twice more while the net hung dripping over the rail, and then the wind, which had been gathering off the headland since dawn, simply turned and went north as though it had remembered an appointment elsewhere.

They hauled the net in ten minutes later. Mostly weed, a few rays, and one crab the size of a dinner plate that Tomasz tipped back over the side with great ceremony. Skipper Aggie Penhallow wrote the figures in the logbook in pencil and said nothing about the lost tow the week before, which was the closest thing to kindness the Rose ever managed.

Ruth stayed on her crate until the harbour wall came up grey through the rain. When they tied off, Tomasz found a small brass lamp she kept in the galley, its shade cut in the shape of a lotus, still glowing though it was broad daylight. He asked her why she bothered lighting it by day. She shrugged. 'Boats need something to steer by that isn't the weather,' she said, and blew it out.