Small black and grey tribal-style sea turtle tattoo with swirled fins and a four-petal pattern on the shell, on the inner forearm near the wrist.

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Swirl-finned turtle tattoo on a wrist

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small sea turtle is tattooed on skin, seen from above with its head at the top and flippers spread. The bold black outline has curled swirl details on the head and fins, and the shell is filled with a pattern of four teardrop shapes separated by small dark marks. The shell shading is in soft grey tones against the black linework, and the design sits centrally in a close, slightly soft photo.

Forearm Turtle Sea turtle Shell Swirl Flipper

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The turtle came up the stairwell of Tern House on the ninth day of the flood, because the lift had died in the spring and nobody had got round to mending it. Mrs Adaeze Okafor on the fourth floor heard it scraping the concrete steps, one at a time, and she went out with a torch to see what could be so patient. It was as big as a tea tray, with a shell marked by four grey teardrops and small dark notches between them, and its flippers curled at the tips like the tops of young ferns.

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She asked it what it wanted. The turtle said nothing, being a turtle, but it turned and went back down, stopping on each landing to look up at her. Mrs Okafor followed because her cat was already hiding under the bed and she had nothing better to do. On the ground floor the car park was a brown lake, and the bins floated against the railings. The turtle went to the edge of the water and waited there with its head out, as if for a bus.

Then the flats began to come down the stairs behind her. Mr Pell from the seventh floor carried his dog in a knitted jumper. The two boys from the bottom flat, who had been playing football on the roof since Easter, came with their trainers tied round their necks. Mr Pell said his grandmother had told him that sea creatures always knew where the water would stop. They waded out after the turtle, holding the railings, and it swam slowly ahead between the parked cars towards the high ground by the church.

By morning the water had dropped a hand's width and Tern House stood with its lights off and its people in the church hall, eating toast. Mrs Okafor kept the torch. Some nights, when the wind comes off the estuary, she takes it out and shines it down the stairwell to see whether anything is climbing up, and so far nothing has, which she says is the turtle's doing and nobody's business but hers.