Fine line black tattoo of a small star constellation joined by dotted lines, placed on the upper back between the shoulder blades.

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Star constellation on upper back

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A small constellation of six star shapes linked by fine dotted lines forms an angular shape on the upper back. The linework is delicate and uniform, with the stars drawn as tiny cross-like marks. The black and grey photograph is taken from behind, with the subject's hair tied up and a grey strap crossing the left side of the frame.

Fine line Back Constellation Star Dotted line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The generator coughed twice and died halfway through the last ride, so Mum and I ended up on the cold steps of the ticket booth with a torch, a flask of stewed tea and the whole field gone black around us. Somewhere behind the caravans a goat was complaining. We were waiting for our eyes to adjust, which is what Dad always said you had to do with the sky.

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Dad painted the canopies on every ride the fair owned, and when he ran out of other ideas he drew stars on the lids of the wooden crates. He never told anyone where his constellations came from. Last month, clearing out his van in Retford, I found a folded card tucked under the ply lid of the Hook-a-Duck tank. Six stars, each one a little cross, joined by dotted pencil lines in a shape like a bent hook. On the back, in his square capitals, it said: SHOW THEM WHERE TO TURN.

"That's it," Mum said. I held the torch over the card, then over the sky, and the two looked nothing alike until they did. Four stars were easy. The fifth hung low over the wheel, and the sixth was so faint I had to look beside it to find it at all. Dad had joined the dots in a slightly wrong order, the way a man does when he is making a map for someone who will need to find their way back by daylight.

The lights came on at the far end of the field, one bulb at a time, and I folded the card along its crease. "He wanted the ride to come home," I said. Mum poured the last of the tea into the flask lid, and we watched the wheel turn once, slow and empty, under the stars he had drawn.