Fine line black tattoo of stars and swirls trailing down the side of the lower abdomen, beside a navel piercing.

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Star trail tattoo on the lower abdomen

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of a bare midriff showing a thin black tattoo of five-pointed stars and curling swirls that run diagonally from the side of the waist towards the hip. The linework is clean and even with no shading, and the ink is solid black against the tanned skin. A navel piercing with a small gem sits above the design, and the composition is cut off at the top and right edges.

Fine line Other Star Swirl Abdomen

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marguerite had been sweeping the same stretch of gravel for an hour when the hedgehog came out from under the water butt and told her the stars had fallen in the wrong garden again. You know how they are, it said, they drift off the sky like dandelion clocks and land wherever someone has been careless with a lantern. Marguerite did not argue. She had lost a good deal of patience to the Tuesday wind and had not got much back.

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The trail led her along the south wall, past the rhubarb that had gone to seed and the old wheelbarrow with its rust bloom. Five small stars lay in a loose line across the path, each one no bigger than a fingernail and still faintly warm, as if they had only just stopped travelling. Beyond them, curled in the soil like a sleeping fern, was the swirl that held them together. The hedgehog sniffed at it and sneezed. It was, Marguerite thought, the sort of thing that could only have been made by someone who had never once been tidy.

She gathered them into her apron pocket one at a time. They clicked against each other like sweets in a tin. When she reached the last one, a larger star lodged between two paving slabs, she pulled it free and found the whole trail running up over the garden gate and away towards the sea, straight as a pencil line. She stood a long while holding the star in her palm, then tipped it back into the sky above the cabbages, where it caught and held, and the hedgehog went back to its water butt satisfied.