Fine line tattoo of several thin coloured bands encircling a wrist, with the hand resting on a knee beside a plaid cushion.

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Thin coloured lines around a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm and wrist with a hand resting on a bent knee. Several thin, evenly spaced parallel lines wrap around the wrist like bands, with red and blue-grey tones visible. The soft, warm-toned image has a plaid fabric in the background and a light leak at the left edge.

Fine line Forearm Line Band Wrist Stripe

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paint pot had skinned over in the heat, so you stirred it with the handle of a teaspoon and told Mam the red would still go on. She said nothing. She was counting the tins on the shelf in the store, the way she had counted everything since Dad took the lifeboat out in March and the tide brought back only his cap.

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The tower at Skerrow Point had been striped for as long as the chart had been drawn, but the bands had faded to pink and the gallery rail had gone the colour of old pilchards. You climbed the ladder with the brush in your back pocket and a rag tucked into your belt. Each band took a morning. You painted from the seaward side so the wind would not fling the first coat back in your face, and you left a hand's width between the lines, because the salt would creep into any gap left too narrow.

By the last week of August the tower had seven bands, six red and one the blue-grey of the sea under cloud. Mam came up the final ladder with a flask and stood in the lamp room looking down at the stripes wound round the stone like thread on a bobbin. That's the lot, then, she said. You told her the blue was for the fog, so ships would know the light was theirs.

She took the brush from your hand, dipped it once, and drew a fine line along the rail herself. Then the two of you sat on the iron step and watched the first steamer come round the headland, counting the bands as the beam swept across them, one, two, all the way to seven.