Black continuous-line drawing of an acoustic guitar with a spiral scroll on a plain off-white background, shown as a tattoo design without a body placement.

Single-line guitar design

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A simple guitar outline drawn as one continuous black line, with a tuning head at the top of a long neck. The body has a spiral scroll near the neck join and a smooth, rounded lower bout. The design is in uniform black ink on a plain pale background, with no shading or colour.

Guitar Spiral Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada's father had promised the wire would hold until spring, and it did not. By the end of January the frost had got into the barn, and the single length of gut that ran from the old tin roof down to the gatepost had gone stiff. It sang like a bad tooth whenever the wind came off the moor.

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She took it down with her bare hands, which her mother said was foolish, and carried it into the kitchen against her coat. Nobody on Hollin Farm played anything any more. The fiddle had gone to the Harrisons in the autumn to pay the rent. But the box of offcuts was still under the stairs, and in it was a spruce board her grandfather had cut the year the well dried up, already shaped like a gourd with a waist, and never finished.

She worked by the window while the light lasted. She cut the neck from ash and drove the pegs in with a nail. When she came to the body she did not carve it straight. She let the line run on from the neck, round and round in a spiral, the way water turns before it goes down a drain, then out again into the big rounded belly. One line from the peg to the last curve, and no lifting the knife.

When it was strung, the cold had gone out of the house. Her father came down in his socks, looked at the thing for a long time, and said nothing. Then he tuned it by ear and played the tune his own mother used to hum over the washing. The thaw came early that year, and every evening after, the farm heard that one line of sound going round across the frozen yard, like the lamp left burning in the window.