Traditional style skull tattoo with a sri yantra geometric design above it on the forearm, in orange, pink, black and grey ink.

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Skull and sri yantra on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A shaded grey skull sits on the inner forearm beneath a large sri yantra made of interlocking black, pink and orange triangles inside an orange circle. Below the skull is a small green, red and cream emblem with a circular outline. Bold black outlines and a radiating line border frame the skull, and the wearer's red and navy plaid shirt and belt sit behind the arm.

Traditional Geometric Forearm Skull Triangle Geometric pattern Circle Emblem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ada, The chart-room smells of linseed and cold tea, and Harold has been bent over the table since supper, drawing his nine interlocking triangles so the points meet to the width of a pencil lead. He says the old instrument-makers in Madras used such a figure to hold a thought still. I told him a thought is hard enough to hold still without a diagram. He did not laugh. He is nervous, I think, and so am I, though I have pressed my good blue dress twice and it still looks like a sail.

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Mrs Pryce at the vicarage has asked us to hold the breakfast at the Coble Inn, and Harold has promised her a circle of orange paper for the tablecloths, cut so the triangles sit inside it like a lamp in a lantern. She thinks it is a pattern for lace. I have not corrected her. Yesterday he asked me to stand still by the window so he could check the light on my face, and then he wrote a note in the margin of his drawing that I was not supposed to read.

The skull is the part I cannot make him explain. It belonged to his grandfather, a ship's surgeon, and sat in a glass case beside the chronometer with a brass tag reading only MEMENTO. Harold wants it grinning at the bottom of the card, with a little green wheel beneath it, so that, as he put it, the sums end somewhere honest. I said that was a dreadful thing to print on a wedding invitation. He said it was the most cheerful thing he owned, which is exactly the trouble with him.

I have just found the drawing under the compass where he left it. The circle is finished, the pink triangles are shaded, and in the very corner, in pencil so faint I had to tilt it to the lamp, he has written: Win, the tide turns at six. Come on the flood. Your loving, Hal. I think I will.