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Skull and mandala hand tattoos with finger designs
Traditional · Hand · Mixed · Photo
Two hands are shown palm-side and back-side towards the camera, almost fully covered in tattoos. A skull with a dagger and a rose sits on one palm, while a blue and orange mandala-style medallion with flame-like shading covers the back of the other hand. Smaller designs on the fingers include a spider, a spiderweb, an anchor, a cross, a heart and the word ROCK, with bold black outlines and solid fills against a dark striped background.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Nobody at the La Línea crossing trusted Tomas Quill on a Tuesday, which was why he always came through on a Tuesday. He arrived at my hatch with his boat papers and a paper bag of barley sugars, and talked about the weather over the Rock as if it were a cousin he was fond of.
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I had been checking his papers for six years and knew the pattern: an anchor stamped in the corner of the manifest meant the cargo was honest, a cross drawn in the margin meant it was honest but I should look harder, and a small heart meant I should look away. That Tuesday there were three crosses and no heart. I stamped the form, slid it back, and asked after his mother. He said she had taken up knitting spiders for the customs men, a joke about the web we all lived in, and laughed at his own cleverness.
I found a spider the next morning, pinned to the cardboard lining of my drawer under the rubber stamp. It was made of black thread knotted into legs. Beneath it lay a tide table with a web drawn across the Strait, every fishing boat a knot in the threads, and one knot circled twice in red. Tomas had never carried tobacco. He had been carrying names out of Gibraltar, names of men who wanted to be out from under the Rock's shadow and into England.
I could have called it in. Instead I did what the spider does and waited. The following Tuesday he came through with his sugars, and I gave his manifest a clean anchor and nothing else. Then I slid the tide table back across the counter, and he nodded and said nothing, the way men do when a debt has been paid in the wrong currency.
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