Brown ink sun with a plain centre, pointed petal-like rays and dotted chevron details, placed on the inner forearm.

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Sun design on the inner forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

A sun motif with a plain circular centre, surrounded by pointed, flame-like rays and small dotted chevron marks. The linework is a solid, even brown with no shading, and the design sits centrally on the inner forearm against a neutral background.

Forearm Sun Ray Petal Dot Chevron Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Corran kept her lamp lit at noon, because the sun had gone down into the Ouse at Hadley lock and nobody on the river could say when it would climb out again. The bargees ate their bread in the grey and cursed the cold. Her father had always said the sun was a copper lamp hung on a chain from the weir pole, let down each evening so the eels could polish it, and hauled back up at first light. This autumn a heron had taken the chain in its beak and not given it back.

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She poled the Marigold out past the reeds on the ninth morning with a bucket of tallow, a loaf, and the small brass kettle her mother had dented falling down the cabin steps. Old Tobias sat on the sluice with his trousers rolled and his feet in the black water, and he did not look up. "The sun is hungry for something that burns," he said. "It won't be fed on bread."

Nell held out the lamp. Its wick was the last of the tallow her mother had poured the winter she died, and it smelt of her kitchen. She tipped the flame onto the weir stones and watched the water shiver under it, rings spreading out in little chevrons like birds coming down to land.

Then the river went bright beneath the boat. Light came up through the water in rays that bent and fluttered like the edges of a flame, and the lamp lay in the reeds, cold and dark. When Nell looked back from the lock gate, the sun was rising over the willows, round and pale as a plate, and her hands smelt of tallow for a week.