Black tattoo of the Starfleet delta insignia from Star Trek, with a solid central star, on the lower leg above the ankle.

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Starfleet delta tattoo on a lower leg

Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A bold black tattoo of the Starfleet delta insignia from Star Trek, with a solid five-pointed star set inside the outline. The shape is a thick, even black outline with solid fill for the star, and the skin around it shows slight redness. The tattoo sits centrally in the frame on the lower leg, with the ankle visible at the lower right and a dark background at the edges.

Calf Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The oven timer goes off at ten to four and you are already reaching for the peel, because the sourdough has been talking to you since midnight and you have learned to listen. Bren is still asleep in the flat above the shop, or pretending to be, and the street outside is the colour of wet slate. Somewhere past the bins a fox is working through the recycling with the seriousness of a civil servant.

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The loaves come out dark and blistered, and they make a hollow sound when you tap their bases. You line them along the cooling rack the way Captain Lowry used to line up mugs on the galley counter, back when you were both fourteen and had decided, with total conviction, that the bakery was a starship and the proving drawers were its warp core. Nobody else on the rota ever got the joke. Mrs Okafor from the post office did, once, and then bought three loaves to be polite.

By five the window has gone the grey of old pewter and the first van grinds up the hill. You have a tray of cinnamon knots half rolled and a pot of coffee that tastes faintly of the filter. Then the bell over the door rings and it is Bren, hair flat on one side, holding out a thermos. 'Shift's over, Ensign,' Bren says, and for a moment you are both fourteen again, arguing about who gets the helm. You take the thermos. The sky is starting to pale over the car park, and for once you have nothing to do but watch it.