Black blackwork and dotwork tattoo on the upper back and shoulder blade showing silhouetted flying figures, a small fairy and a dotted trail of stardust.

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Silhouetted flying figures and dotted trail on upper back

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The tattoo shows four solid black silhouettes: a boy in flight at the top, a girl with outstretched arms in the middle, a lying figure lower down and a small winged fairy near the top. A fine trail of stippled dots links the figures, fading out toward the lower left. The solid silhouettes contrast with the dotted trail, and the skin tone and soft light fill the rest of the frame.

Blackwork Dotwork Back Fairy Silhouette Flying Dot Trail Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Thorne Common believed Ada Pell when she said the boy had come back. They had heard the story before, the one about the children who went up over the rooftops one June and were never seen again except as shadows on the Co-op wall. But in the spring of 1954 Ada found a line of grey dust along her bedroom sill, fine as flour, running from the window out across the slates.

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She followed it with a candle. The dust thickened over the chimney pots and thinned again above the allotments, where the gasworks light made it glitter. A small hard light the size of a thimble zipped ahead of her, scolding in a voice like a kettle, and every time she slowed it came back and tugged at her hair.

At the end of the trail, on the roof of the disused dance hall, three shapes were waiting, cut flat against the moon. A boy in a long jerkin with his arms out as if the wind were a rope. A girl lying in the air with her hair drifting behind her. And a smaller one, curled up and dozing, who had not yet learned to fly properly. The boy turned round and said he had been looking for his shadow. Ada told him hers was in bed where she had left it.

They sat on the lead flashing until the church clock struck two. Then the boy stood, gathered the dust in both fists and threw it back over the town. He said to keep the window open, because the stars came down easier when somebody was waiting. By morning the sill was bare, and Ada never told anyone she left it open every night after.