Small black skull tattoo on the side of a finger, shown in close-up against a blurred teal background.

Small skull tattoo on a finger

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small skull is tattooed on the side of a finger, shown in close-up against a blurred teal background. The skull is drawn in black linework with solid black shading around the eye sockets, nasal cavity and jaw, and the bone areas are left as bare skin. The design fills a small area of the finger and sits centrally in the frame, with the surrounding skin and background softly out of focus.

Hand Skull

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seed packets had been sorted twice already by the time Walter came in from the rhubarb forcing sheds, so Ada Penrose was on her third go at them, lining the cardboard envelopes up along the potting bench like a row of small, anxious soldiers. Her brother did not knock. He never did. He set something down on the wood beside the trowels with the care of a boy placing a bird's egg, and when she looked up she saw a skull no bigger than a walnut, its eye sockets black as spilt ink and its brow bone as pale as candle wax.

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"Under the wall," he said. "Where the bindweed was thickest. Mr Hollis must have buried it years back."

They went out together in the grey light and dug where he pointed, and the spade turned up a biscuit tin rusted at the seams. Inside were seed packets, dozens of them, each written in the old gardener's cramped copperplate. Foxglove for Margaret, 1871. Lupin for the boy who drowned at the weir. Sweet pea for Ada's mother, who had never once been allowed to pick them. Ada read the names aloud until her voice thinned out, and Walter stood with his hands in his pockets and said nothing at all.

The last packet had nothing written on it but a date in the coming spring. Ada knelt, pressed the little skull into the loam beneath the sundial, and then took a blank envelope from her apron pocket and licked the pencil.

"Whose is it?" Walter asked.

"Nobody's yet," she said, and began to write.