Black fine line triskele tattoo with ornamental scrollwork on the upper back below the neck, in a black and grey photograph.

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Triskele tattoo on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A three-armed triskele design made of curling spirals and ornamental scrollwork sits on the upper back, just below the nape of the neck. The thin black linework is crisp, with fine stippled or patterned filling inside the central triangle and the curls. The photograph is black and grey, with the skin texture and a few freckles visible around the tattoo.

Fine line Back Spiral Scroll Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The shutter on Cutler's Lane had been down since Tuesday, and Mrs Okonedo wanted it painted before the market people came back on Monday. I climbed the ladder at half eleven with a tin of gloss, a fine brush and my master's old chalk line, because the sign-writer who taught me said a curl drawn freehand always goes lopsided after midnight.

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Nobody else was about. The streetlamp at the corner hummed a note I could almost hold, and somewhere behind the bins a fox was sorting through a bag of crisp packets with great seriousness. I started with the centre, a small triangle, then drew three arms out from its corners, each one winding inwards like a rope being coiled on a deck. My master called them three legs running round the same hill. He never told me which hill.

By two the paint had skinned over in the cold and the spirals looked finished, but the third arm wouldn't sit right. It kept wanting to unwind toward the bakery door. I stood back, squinted, and understood I had been drawing it backwards, the way you walk a route you already know by heart. So I took the brush to the last curl and turned it round, and the whole shape clicked, three arms pulling the same direction, as if it would keep going even if the lane went quiet.

At dawn Mrs Okonedo lifted the shutter and said nothing for a long while. Then she tapped the wet paint with one knuckle and said, "Good. Now it can go and fetch the bread." I didn't ask what she meant. I packed the ladder and walked home the long way, past the shuttered shops, trying to find the hill.