Close-up of a small, thin black outline triangle tattoo on the inner forearm, above a stack of bracelets including a gold snake cuff.

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Small triangle tattoo on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small, simple triangle outline sits on the inner forearm of a person whose arm is resting on their leg. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the ink is a dark blue-black. The composition is a close crop of the arm and wrist, with the tattoo placed in the upper left, while a gold snake cuff and several colourful bracelets fill the lower half of the frame.

Geometric Fine line Forearm Triangle Outline Bracelet Snake

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys had weighed gold across the counter at Lister's for thirty-one years and could tell a plate from a solid bar by the sound it made on the scale pan. The snake cuff came in on a wet Thursday, wrapped in a bus timetable, and she knew before she unfolded it that someone had worn it hard. The little ruby eyes were rubbed pink at the edges. Someone had polished them with a thumb.

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The man who brought it sat on the customer's stool with his cap in his lap and said he wanted eighty pounds, not a penny less, because his wife had bought it in Naples the year before they were married and he had no right to sell it. Dilys turned it over under the lamp. Inside the curve, scratched fine as a hair, someone had drawn a small triangle with its point at the top, the sort of mark a surveyor cuts into a gatepost to say the ground has been measured and found true.

"Triangles on gold are for lovers, usually," she said.

"Not this one." He pushed up his sleeve, and there on the inside of his forearm was the same mark in blue-black ink, thin and even. "We did a fortnight on the Ordnance crew up in the Cheviots before the wedding. Carved a benchmark into every trig pillar we passed. Her idea, the cuff. She said I'd only ever be happy if I could find my way back to a place."

Dilys weighed it, wrote the figure on the ticket, and took out her loupe. The snake's tail tucked neatly under its own jaw, and the triangle was a shade too small to be anybody's joke. She offered sixty-five. He took it without a word and left the cap on the counter, and when she looked up the scale was still swinging.