Black and grey Japanese style tattoo of a woman's face with flowing hair and swirling feathers, with vertical kanji beside her, on the upper arm.

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Woman portrait with kanji on upper arm

Japanese · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey portrait of a woman with closed eyes and long dark hair, shown in soft realistic shading. Her hair flows into feathery, swirling linework and fine dark strokes, while a vertical column of kanji characters sits to the left of her face. The tattoo wraps around the arm against a plain dark background, with the shading fading into the skin at the edges.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came sideways through the stalls of Kettle Lane market, and I kept my brush case under my coat like a stray cat. Ada Foy's awning had given up over my table, so I took the corner by the fishmongers, where the gutters ran with ice water and nobody wanted fancy script. Most nights I wrote names for sailors, dates for brides, and the odd insult for a jealous husband who paid double not to learn what it said.

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She came in just after the lamps lit, shaking water from a grey umbrella with a crane carved into its handle, and sat without a word. She had a sheet of paper folded small in her palm. The characters were her grandmother's, she said, copied from a shop sign that had been pulled down years ago, and she wanted them set in a column, top to bottom, the way the old signs ran. I studied the strokes. Four characters, and one of them leaned crooked where a child's hand had guided the brush.

I inked them on rice paper while she watched the rain bead on the tarpaulin, her eyes closed for most of it, as if she were listening to something beyond the market. When I finished, she opened them and said the crooked stroke was the one that mattered. Her grandmother had made it on purpose, so no one would ever mistake the paper for a shop's sign. I had nothing to say to that. I folded the sheet into her palm and watched her walk off under the crane, the wet hem of her coat dragging a dark line across the cobbles toward the harbour lamps.

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