Black fine line outline of a sun with wavy rays, tattooed at the back of the neck, with a silver hamsa pendant and medallion necklace in the foreground.

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Sun outline tattoo on the back of the neck

Fine line · Neck · Black and grey · Photo

A black outline of a sun with a plain circle and wavy, pointed rays sits centrally at the back of the neck. The linework is single and even with no shading, and the tattoo is in solid black ink on skin. Silver necklaces with a green stone hamsa pendant and a round medallion hang over the upper back in the foreground, against a dark top.

Fine line Neck Sun Hamsa Pendant Necklace Medallion

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brass reflector at Scarrow Head had been polished every morning for sixty years, and nobody had ever explained why the old keeper scratched a sun into the glass of the lantern room. You found it the week you took the post, a ring of wavy rays cut so fine you had to tilt your head to see it against the grey sea. Mrs Haskett, who had kept the light before you and now sat in the cottage with her knitting, only said it was for the boats that came in blind.

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Through February you climbed the one hundred and twelve steps at dusk, lit the mantle, and watched the fog swallow the fishing fleet's lamps one by one. In the third week the wind swung south-west and the sea turned the colour of pewter. Mrs Haskett's grandson, Teddy Lusk, in a torn yellow oilskin, rowed out towards the rocks against every instruction you had given him, shouting that his father had not come back.

You did not go down to the boat. You went up. You hauled the shutter, swung the lamp to its widest arc and angled the reflector so its scratched sun threw a long pale wedge across the water. Teddy's oars stopped. Then they turned. He came in under the beam, and behind him, low in the swell, a grey hull followed the path you had cut for it.

Afterwards Mrs Haskett pressed one finger to the scratched glass, the way you might check a pulse, and asked whether you had felt the heat of it. You said no. She nodded as though that were the right answer.