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Solid black treble clef tattoo

Black and grey · Photo

A large treble clef symbol is tattooed in solid black ink on smooth skin, filling most of the frame. The clef has bold, even linework with a filled-in body, a rounded top loop and curled ends at the bottom and sides. The image is a close, straight-on shot with soft lighting and no other elements visible.

Treble clef Music Musical notation

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the 6.12 is never early and never late, so we have the time. You see that iron bench? Under it, in 1931, a porter called Albert Finch found a brass key with a curl on its end, the sort of curl that looks like a question. He didn't know what it opened. Nobody at Carrow Junction did. The stationmaster said it was for the lost property cupboard, and the cupboard had no lock that fitted.

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Albert carried it in his waistcoat for thirty years. Every night he wound the platform clocks and listened to the rails hum before a train came, and he began to hear a tune in the hum, a rising line that bent round itself and came down again like a swallow turning. He tried to whistle it to the signalman, Mr Tully, who said it sounded like a kettle thinking. Albert wrote the tune on the back of a timetable, but the marks looked like nothing he had learnt at school, so he drew a curling sign over them, big as a hand, and called it the Key.

When the cupboard was finally forced in 1962, it held a single violin case with no violin in it, and folded inside the lid was that timetable, the sign drawn over it in pencil. Beneath the sign someone had written, in a careful hand, Open the gate. The gate was the old ticket barrier at the end of platform four, bricked up since the war. Albert's grandson knocked the bricks out that spring. I'll not tell you what he found behind them. Some things a station keeps for the people who come looking, and you, sir, have been looking all evening.