Fine line tattoo of a trail of small dark stars running from the nape of the neck down across the upper back.

Star trail tattoo on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with her hair in a bun is photographed from behind, showing a scattered trail of small five-pointed stars that rises from the upper back toward the nape of the neck. The stars are drawn in fine black linework, with the largest near the neck and smaller ones tapering off towards the shoulder blade. The skin is neutral and the background is a blurred outdoor setting, with a pale pink backless dress framing the lower part of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, you, and mind the net, because I'm not telling this twice to a boy who fidgets. Up at Hallow Point there lived a chart-maker's widow called Maud Pennick, who could read the sky the way the rest of us read the tide tables. Every clear night she climbed the cliff path with a lantern and a pot of black ink, and she set down the stars the boats needed on the whitewashed wall of her cottage, one small dot at a time, so a man coming in blind could find the harbour mouth by counting.

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The trouble came the autumn her husband Tobias took the Marigold past the reef and the fog rolled in thick as wet wool. Maud stood on the quay with her lamp and could not see the breakwater, let alone the boat. She ran back up the hill, took her pen, and drew a trail from the open water toward the church spire. The largest stars sat nearest the harbour, where the bottom was safe, and they grew finer and smaller as they stretched out toward the deep water, because that is how the old soundings were marked. The whole village watched her from the road, and nobody said a word.

Tobias came in by the last star, the tiniest, the one hardly more than a pinprick where her hand had shaken on the wall. He swore afterwards that he steered by that faint dot and nothing else, and that he counted the way home all the way up the channel with the Marigold scraping the shingle.

So you see, the fishermen still call that last star Tobias's Star, and it's the only one on the wall nobody has ever needed to count.

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