Black and white photo of two hands with small fine line skull and crossbones tattoos on the fingers, one on a top knuckle and one on a middle finger.

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Small skull tattoos on two fingers

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are shown close together, each with a small skull and crossbones tattoo on a finger. The skull and crossbones have fine, delicate outlines with light shading, and the tattoos are compact in scale. The image is in black and white, with a shallow focus that keeps the hands sharp against a dark background.

Fine line Hand Skull Crossbones Hand Finger Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp room at Shale Pit smelt of paraffin and wet wool, and on the Friday before your first shift Dennis Cahill sat you on an upturned crate and told you the rule nobody wrote down. You do not go below without a mark the surface can see. Skulls were for the ones who never came up, crossbones for the ones who came up and would not talk about it. He had a sewing needle heating in a tin lid and a pot of soot mixed with spit.

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It hurt less than the dark did. Dennis pricked the skull onto the side of your middle finger, the bones fine as a spider's leg, and you watched the blood bead and told yourself it was nothing. Your cousin Tom sat across from you with his hand flat on the crate, waiting his turn and pretending the needle did not frighten him. He had never liked being watched. You had always watched him anyway.

Nine months later the roof gave at the lower face and the cage stopped at the three-hundred-foot mark with Tom in it. You went down with the rescue men and came back up with your crossbones still dark on your finger and nothing at all on his. The pit closed in the spring. Dennis kept the needle in its tin on the mantelpiece and never used it again.

Last summer, at the chapel in Hetton, Ellen slid a plain band onto the finger beside the faded skull and asked why you always tucked that hand under the table. You told her it was for the men who had not come up. That was true. The rest you kept low, the way Dennis taught you to keep a lamp turned down in the gas.