Black dotwork drawing of a snail with a spiral shell and extended eye stalks, shown on a grey background as a tattoo design.

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Stippled snail design

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A snail in side profile with a spiral shell, long extended antennae and a body resting on a thin ground line that fades into scattered dots. The shell and body are built from small stippled dots, with denser clusters for shading and sparser dots toward the edges. The drawing is in black ink on a mid-grey background, with no colour.

Dotwork Shell Antennae

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down on that creel, and don't be lifting your feet, the stones here remember everything. You want the snail story? Everyone on Carrick Holm knows it, though the mainland folk never believe a word. Old Morag Tulloch, who kept the lamp before the automatic one, had a snail called Ardent that lived in the dyke by her door. Ardent had no hurry in him. He went at the pace of a wet Tuesday.

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One March the boat was late. The Ailsa had gone out for the post and the fog came down thick as porridge, and a letter with a red seal was meant for the keeper's boy, who was burning with fever on the far shore. Nobody could reach him. Morag sat with the envelope in her lap and said, "Well, Ardent, you're the only thing on this island that never once got lost."

She tied the letter to a thread of wool no thicker than a hair and set him on the wet slate at the top of the ridge. Ardent put out his two long horns, tasted the air, and started down. Slow, slow. The fog swallowed him in a few feet. Every hour Morag walked the dyke, and every hour there was a faint silver line on the stone where he had passed, thinning out into nothing, like the trail of a thought you can't quite finish.

He arrived the morning after. The boy was still breathing. When they unwrapped the wool they found the letter was from his mother, saying she was coming on the first boat. And that is why, when you see a snail on the wall, you say good morning to him. Mind the gull now.