Small sun and crescent moon on the inner wrist

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A raised hand with black nail polish shows a small sun with rays and a crescent moon tattooed on the inner wrist. The linework is thin and single-needle style, with no shading, and the tattoo is set against the skin tone with a soft, blurred background of trees and parked cars. The composition is centred on the hand with the tattoo in the lower middle of the frame.

Fine line Other Sun Moon Crescent moon Celestial

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okonedo's ballroom above the Pier Hotel ran two dances a day, the tea dance at three and the last waltz at eleven, and in between nobody swept the boards, so you did it yourself at half past six with a broom older than your mother. The brass band had gone home. Only the clock over the stage was still ticking, and the lamp at the far end, which the caretaker never switched off because he said the floor remembered the light.

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You never met the afternoon instructor. Her name was Marion, according to the chalked board by the cloakroom, and she taught the foxtrot to retired dockers while you taught the rumba to shift workers who came in smelling of diesel and hope. You shared the same sprung boards on opposite clocks. What you shared was the ticket box. She left notes folded into the spare dance cards, round handwriting pressing hard through the card. Yours were small and neat. She drew a little sun with rays at the bottom of each one. You answered with a thin crescent, because it was the only thing you could draw without a ruler and still have it look like it meant something.

In October she wrote that the tea dance had asked for the couple who swapped floors at midnight, and did you think it was a rumour. You wrote back that the floor was too small for two people who kept such different hours, and that you would rather be a rumour. The next afternoon the card in the box had only her sun, rays drawn all the way round, and beside it a faint dust line where she had pressed her thumb to hold the card steady.

You swept the boards that night and left the lamp burning. In the morning the dust on the windowsill held two shapes, a sun and a moon, a hand's width apart, neither one moving closer.