Black and grey realism tattoo of a swallow in flight beside a rose and a pocket watch on the thigh.

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Swallow, rose and pocket watch on thigh

Realism · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A swallow with spread wings flies above a detailed rose on the left and an open pocket watch at the lower right, with a fine dotted trail curving between them. The linework is fine and the shading is soft, with smooth grey gradients across the feathers, petals and watch face. The image is in black and grey, and the design sweeps diagonally across the thigh.

Realism Thigh Swallow Bird Rose Flower Pocket watch Clock Dotted line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the pair of you, and mind the kettle before it climbs onto the good rug. This is the story of the last swallow on Inchmurrin, and it starts with a watch that had stopped at twenty to five, because nobody on the island ever trusted a clock that kept going after the boat had gone.

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Mairi Sinclair kept that watch in her apron pocket for forty years. Her father had carried it out to the lobster boats, and it still ticked when you held it to your ear, a small stubborn thing that told the time to nobody. Every spring the swallows came in low over the machair, and every spring she went down to the harbour wall with a crust of bread and a rose cut from the garden wall, and she waited for the first one to drop out of the sky and take the crust from her fingers. Folk said it was daft. She said the swallows had never once been late.

The year the ferry was cancelled for good, nobody came for the swallows. Mairi sat on the wall until the tide turned, the rose going limp in her lap, the watch cold in her palm. Then a bird came, wings spread wide against a sky the colour of old pewter, and it didn't take the bread. It turned its head toward her, then toward the open water, and it flew. She followed it with her eyes until the spray on the swell made it hard to tell bird from foam.

Some say she followed it to the mainland. I say she got up, put the kettle on, and wound the watch. It was twenty to five, and for the first time in forty years she set it to the hour and let it run.