Black and grey realism tattoo of a shaded skull with angular frame lines and a dagger below, on the outer forearm.

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Skull and dagger on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large skull with shaded eye sockets and teeth fills the centre of the forearm, with a dagger blade and hilt below it. Fine linework and soft grey shading give the skull depth, while thin angular lines form a frame behind it. The image is in black and grey, taken at a slight angle on a wooden floor with a person's jeans visible behind the arm.

Realism Geometric Forearm Skull Teeth Dagger Blade Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had been coming in sideways since Tuesday, and by Thursday the lane up to Hollin Fold was gone under it. Dad's dagger lived in the dresser drawer with the baler twine and the spent fuse wire, a flat old blade with a horn grip gone the colour of weak tea. I had not touched it since the funeral. Mum wanted everything in that drawer boxed before the auctioneer came in March.

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The skull was the harder job. It sat on the shelf above the range, bleached pale by thirty summers in the top field, and Dad called it the Vicar because of its long, disapproving jaw. When I lifted it down, the grey light through the cracked kitchen pane laid thin angled shadows across its face, the same lines that had crossed the wall for as long as I could remember, so that the skull seemed to sit inside a frame of broken glass.

Inside the dagger's leather sheath I found a folded paper, soft as cloth. It was a map of the fold drawn in pencil, the walls marked in his square capitals, and a cross beside the old sheepfold where he had written that the ewes were brought through the blizzard of '63. Underneath, in the same hand: The Vicar knows the way. I laughed, then stopped, because the wind had dropped and the kitchen had gone very quiet.

I took the lamp and the blade and went out along the wall. The drift at the sheepfold was waist high. I dug with my hands until the stone showed, then set the skull on the top course where the lamp could reach it, and there he was, grinning up out of the white as though he had been waiting for me all along.