Two hands with white ornamental mandala and scrollwork tattoos on the back of the hand and wrist, with a small word on the forearm at the right edge.

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White ornamental mandala designs on hands

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Two hands rest on ripped denim, each with white ornamental designs on the skin. One hand has a chain of scrolls and dots running from the knuckles to the wrist, and the other has a large lotus-style mandala and a smaller paisley-like motif. The white linework is fine and detailed with no shading, and the pale ink contrasts with the skin and blue denim.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had been coming down on Hollin Pass for eleven days when the innkeeper's wife, Maud Tarrant, ran out of salt and patience in the same afternoon. The travellers had eaten the last of the barley bread. Her son Ned sat by the door counting the drifts against the shutter, and the wind pushed flakes under the sill in little white curls.

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Her grandmother had kept a tin of chalk for just such a time, though nobody under seventy believed in it. Maud carried it to the flagstones before the hearth and drew a scroll, then a chain of dots running from the threshold to the fire, each scroll curling back on itself like a fern unrolling. The lodgers laughed until she began a lotus at the centre, petal over petal, fine as lace, and worked at it with a goose quill until her fingers were grey to the knuckle.

Near midnight a young carter named Piet, who had said nothing all week, knelt beside her and added a paisley curl at the edge where the chalk had worn thin. Nobody asked him why. The wind dropped by a breath, then another, and the flakes at the sill stopped falling and hung in the dark like seeds.

In the morning the pass lay open under a clear blue sky. Ned swept the hearth and found the chalk lines still bright on the stone, though the floor had been walked over all night. The carter had gone on ahead with his cart, and the snow in the yard lay in a pale ring exactly the width of the lotus. Maud never drew the design again, but she kept the quill, and every winter after, when the first flakes caught on the sill, the children were told to stand well back from the door.