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Wolf and skull with geometric lines on forearm
Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo
A snarling wolf's head overlaps a human skull, with its eyes and teeth picked out in white and dark shading. Fine and bold black linework sits over the image, forming circles, triangles and straight geometric lines across the skin. The tattoo is in black and grey on a forearm, photographed at an angle against a wooden floor.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Mags had been told the wolf on the midway banner was painted from life, though nobody on the Hallam Brothers' fair could agree which life. Every October the banner came down from the Ferris cart and every spring it went back up, a snarling grey head over a bleached skull, and every spring some new lad swore the eyes had moved.
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Tonight she was watching the eyes herself. She sat on the step of the strongman's wagon with a tin of cold tea, listening to the generator cough and the steam organ wheeze through "Daisy Bell". Old Ezra Hallam came out of the shooting gallery with his waistcoat unbuttoned and lowered himself down beside her without asking.
"Sold the lot?" she said.
"Sold the sense out of the Wren boy. Told him the triangle on the wolf's chest is a door. He's been trying to find the handle all evening." She laughed, and he didn't. He took the tea from her and looked up at the banner, where the lamp caught the white flash of the wolf's eyes. "Your mother drew the circles. Compass and string on the caravan table. She said a skull needs something to look at, or it just stares at the hereafter."
Mags had never heard him speak of her mother. She waited, the way you wait for a cart to settle on a steep hill.
In the morning the fair folded itself into the lanes, wagon by wagon, and the banner went last, rolled tight on the flatbed with the wolf turned inward. Mags rode up front beside Ezra. At the bend where the field met the Stokeley road she looked back, and the rolled canvas had shifted, so that the wolf's pale eyes were pressed against the wood and the skull's black hollows faced the open sky, watching the empty grass where the big wheel had stood.
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