Small solid black triangle tattoo on the forearm of a person in a grey top, photographed in a mirror with the face out of frame.

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Solid black triangle on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A person in a grey henley shirt holds one arm bent upwards, showing a small solid black triangle on the forearm near the elbow. The tattoo has crisp edges and is filled in with black ink, with no shading or fine detail. The mirror frame and plain white wall form the background, and the head is cropped out of the frame.

Geometric Forearm Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hollin had hauled the theodolite up the Gair Pass for three days before the weather turned, and by the time cloud came down over the col he had fixed only two of the five stations. Ashby, who had walked the route twice in a bad year, said the triangle would hold if they kept the flat stone on the north shoulder in view. Hollin did not trust a stone he had not measured.

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They pitched the tent in the lee of a cairn someone had built badly. At first light the mist thinned enough to show the far summit, a black wedge against the grey, and Hollin set the instrument on it and read the angle twice. Ashby wanted to leave the mark for the spring crew and go down while the boots were still dry. Hollin wanted the true height, the figure that would go on the map his employer had paid for, the figure that would make the pass a place a stranger could find.

By noon they stood on the summit and the wedge had become a slab of dark rock with a split running through it, nothing that anyone had placed. Hollin sat down hard on the wet heather and laughed until Ashby asked what was wrong. Every bearing since Thursday had been taken off that split, and the sums he had written so neatly in the ledger were only right for a mountain that was not quite where he had said it was.

He took the brass punch from his bag and, on the flat stone beside the cairn, struck a solid triangle the size of his palm, three clean sides with the centre filled until it shone. Ashby asked why he did not simply write the height down. Hollin said figures slid out of coat pockets and rained into pulp, but a shape you could see from the valley would stay exactly where it was put.