Colour fine line style snowflake tattoo in turquoise and purple on the side of a ribcage, under a grey sports top.

Turquoise snowflake on the ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A symmetrical snowflake design with an eight-petalled centre, branching arms and small dotted accents, drawn in purple outlines. The fill is turquoise with lighter highlights, creating a bright, smooth look. The tattoo sits on the side ribs, with a grey sports top above it and an indoor room softly out of focus behind.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow began before the kettle boiled, and by the time I had the black velvet board out on the sill of the Corrie Dubh hut, the flakes were thick enough to see against the lamp. Hamish had taught me the rule the winter before: catch them on something cold and dark, look quickly, and write down what you see before your breath takes it. Most were plates, dull and blunt. Then one landed on my cuff, eight arms branching like frost on a bus window, and I forgot the kettle entirely.

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I drew it in the log with a pencil that wanted sharpening. Eight petals curled round a centre like a bloom, each arm splitting into smaller arms, each of those ending in a bead of ice that looked like a drop caught mid-fall. Hamish had said the stellar ones only form in a narrow band of cold and damp, a few degrees either way and you get needles or nothing. I wrote that down too, because it made me feel I was doing something useful up there with nobody else for six miles.

The radio crackled at two. Mrs Ainsley from the ferry office wanted the wind figure again. I gave it to her, then told her about the snowflake, which she did not care about in the slightest. "Write it down, then," she said, and I could hear her smiling through the static.

By dawn the hut was warm enough that the crystals on the board had gone to water. I had the drawing, though, and I had pressed the page flat under the stove leg so it would dry without curling. When Hamish came up the track at seven, I showed him. He held it to the window and tilted it, the way you'd check a coin, and said the north arm was a fraction off true. I left it that way in the drawing, uneven, because that was how it had come down.