Close photo of a small fine line black tattoo of a tall, slender spire with a round detail, placed along the side of a raised finger against a dark blue background.

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Thin spire tattoo on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A tall, slender spire-like shape with a pointed tip runs along the side of a raised finger, with a small round detail near the middle and a flared base. The linework is thin and dark grey to black, with little or no shading. The finger fills the frame against a dark, reflective blue background, and the tattoo sits near the centre of the composition.

Fine line Hand Spire Tower Finger Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Pellegrini Show came off the motorway at Hexham one February with eleven wagons and one tent pole nobody could lift. The pole was ash, taller than the chapel steeple, with a brass knob near the top and a foot that flared out like a bell. Old Sabine, who kept the books, said it had been the king pole when the show was young, and that a king pole was never sold. It was carried.

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The show had shrunk by then. The lions had gone to a sanctuary in Wales and the clowns to the bingo halls. Only Ida still went up, a rope-walker with cold hands who crossed the field each morning to tap the brass knob with a thimble. She said the pole remembered the weight of every person who had ever stood beneath it, and that it was tired of carrying them.

When the council sent a man in a green coat to say the field was wanted for houses, Ida asked him for one week. She raised the pole herself with two ropes and a borrowed tractor, and stood it upright in the middle of the field, where it leaned a finger's width toward the river. The town came out in scarves. Nobody clapped. Ida climbed to the knob and sat there with her legs crossed while the wind came off the water, and the pole did not move.

The houses were built around it in the end, and the field kept its name. On clear nights the children say there is a small light at the top, only the knob catching the lamps from the ring road. Ida's rope still hangs from the brass, and when the wind is up it swings in a slow arc over the roofs, with nobody on it.