Black TARDIS silhouette, bow tie and Hello Sweetie script with concentric circles tattooed on a woman's inner upper arm and forearm.

TARDIS, bow tie and script tattoos on an arm

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman raises her arm, showing several tattoos: a solid black TARDIS silhouette with window detail, a small bow tie, a dark domed shape, the script words Hello Sweetie, and a row of concentric circles. The silhouettes are filled solid black, while the script and circle designs use fine outlines. The subject is shown against a plain white background, with the hair visible but the face not shown.

Forearm Upper arm Tardis Bow tie Script Circle Dalek

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock keeper at Hungerford had been complaining about the blue box for a week, mostly because it kept appearing on the towpath after closing time and then, without fuss, not being there in the morning. Nell Carrow had her own view. The box was a nuisance, but it had paid her chandlery bill twice over, and the man who stepped out of it, all lapels and a bow tie gone limp with river damp, paid in silver coins from a country she couldn't name.

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He called himself Mr Abernethy and never once let her see the inside. "Bigger on the inside is a tired joke," he told her, leaning on the cabin roof of the Marigold while the kettle sang. "Mostly it's just cluttered."

The night the gates jammed, he came running along the towpath with a dented metal dome under one arm, its single eye cracked, shouting that the circles cut into the paddle gear were a warning and not a pattern. Nell read them by torchlight: rings within rings, nested like tree stumps, neat as a pocket watch. She had brushed the same rings onto the bow years before without knowing what they meant.

In the morning there was a card tucked under the tiller, the ink still wet. Hello sweetie. Keep the kettle on. Nell laughed until she had to sit down on the step, then stopped, because the handwriting was her own, and she had not written it yet.