Black line drawing of three hands rising from a dotted ellipse with a teardrop beneath, shown as a tattoo design with no body placement.

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Three hands rising from a dotted circle

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The drawing shows three hands reaching upward from a dotted ellipse, with a single teardrop hanging below it. The hands are rendered in fine black outlines with hatched and stippled shading on the fingers and palms. The design is set on a plain light grey background, with the hands centred and the dotted ring and teardrop forming a base beneath them.

Hand Dotted circle Teardrop Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The big top at Carrow's Travelling Wonders lost its centre pole in March and its nerve in April, and by June we were pitching in a field outside Doncaster where the grass came up to the caravan steps. Mr Carrow still called the ring the ring. Every night at a quarter past nine I knelt beneath the trapdoor in the sawdust with a lamp at my back, and above me my brother Tom and I lifted our hands through the painted chalk circle, three hands in all counting Mother's, which she insisted on keeping in the act even after her wrist gave out. The audience saw three hands rising out of nothing and reaching for the rigging.

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The last trick was always the drop. Mother would hold a glass pipette over the circle and let one bead of water fall, and when it touched the chalk the hands sank back into the floor as though the ground had swallowed them. Nobody in the seats knew it was only the lamp going out. Mr Carrow sold the lamp in July to a man from Hull, along with the tent poles, the calliope and the good tin of greasepaint, and the drop became a thing I had to do myself with a cold cup of tea and a steady hand.

On the last night the field was empty except for the caravans and a single crow on the tent-peg. I pegged my hands into the chalk ring one final time, palms down, and waited for the water to settle. Then I let the drop go. It fell straight and bright, and where it landed the chalk darkened into a small round stain that would not wash out of the grass, however often the rain came back to try.