Close view of a woman's forearm with several tiny fine line tattoos in reddish ink, including a small triangle motif and short script lettering.

Tiny fine line marks on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A woman in a black sleeveless top holds her arm out, showing several very small tattoos on the forearm. The marks include a tiny triangle or arrow-like motif near the elbow and a short word in thin script further down. The linework is delicate and the ink appears reddish or maroon against the skin, with a soft, bright background of flowers and a white cabinet.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last week of September, Mr Pollard counted the folding seats for the third time and came up short again. I was sixteen and had been sweeping sawdust out of the big top since spring, so I knew the figure by heart: four hundred and twelve seats, and only three hundred and ninety still bolted to the boards. Nobody came to the show any more. The town had a cinema now, with heaters that worked and a man who sold ice cream in the interval.

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The pennant was the thing Mr Pollard couldn't bear to see sold. It was red felt, cut to a sharp point, and my grandad had stitched it in 1951 when the tent was new and the canvas still smelled of tar. It hung from the crown of the centre pole, and in a good wind it pulled the whole rig round so that you could tell which way the weather was coming. Mr Pollard sent me up the pole with a pair of pliers and a rope round my waist, and I sat in the hot dark under the canvas for a long while before I unpicked the first stitch.

The auction men came on the Tuesday and wanted the tent, the poles and the seats for a school in the next county, and they didn't want the pennant at all. So it was mine. I took it back to the caravan, where the name LARK was painted in faded red letters above the door, and I nailed the felt up on the inside wall, pointing towards the window. When the van was hitched up the next morning and we pulled out of the field, the wind came off the hedges and lifted the point, and it swung round to face the road we had come from.

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