Black and grey realism tattoo of a skull with pearls, roses and scrollwork across the top of a foot.

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Skull and roses on the top of a foot

Realism · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A large skull sits at the centre of the design, with pearl-like studs set into the brow and a strand of beads below the jaw. Roses, leaves and curling scrollwork fill the space around it and extend up towards the ankle. The shading is soft and detailed in grey and black ink, with no colour, and the design is shown against a dark leather background.

Realism Other Skull Rose Pearl Leaves Scrollwork Bead

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernethy counted the pearls twice before she would let them out of their paper, then once more with a gloved finger on the glass, as if they might have multiplied overnight. Seven of them, small and grey-rose and faintly lopsided, the sort a jeweller on the Hastings front would have tipped back into a drawer with the loose seconds. Behind her on the counter sat the skull Ada had carved through the winter, boxwood gone the colour of old piano keys, its brow waiting for the first stud.

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Mrs Abernethy wanted roses on the lid and scrollwork curling down the sides, and the pearls set above the eye sockets where they would catch the lamplight when the shop door opened. She wanted a strand of beads below the jaw as well, eighteen of them, one for each winter her husband had been at sea before the Clara Belle went down off the Dungeness shingle. Ada set the studs with a fine pin and a drop of resin, working slowly so the glue would not cloud the grain.

On the third evening she strung the beads and counted them aloud, the way her own mother had taught her to count stitches. Seventeen. She counted again and got seventeen, and when she said so Mrs Abernethy only nodded and drew a last pearl from her purse, warm from her palm. "He always did have one short," she said. "The sea keeps the eighteenth. I have never begrudged it."

Ada threaded the pearl onto the final loop, then turned the skull to the window so the brow caught the light. The studs gleamed like eyes that had been watching the harbour all along. Mrs Abernethy paid in coppers, tucked the box under her arm and walked out into the wind without looking back. Ada found the spare pearl rolled under the counter, and she could not bring herself to tip it into the drawer with the others.