Close up of two hands held towards the camera, showing small fine line tattoos of anchors and a diamond on the fingers.

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Anchor and diamond finger tattoos

Fine line · Hand · Mixed · Photo

Two hands are held towards the camera, with small tattoos on the fingers. Each anchor is drawn in thin black linework on the index fingers, and a small diamond outline with pale blue shading sits on the middle finger of the left hand. A further small blue-toned mark is partly visible on the ring finger, and the background is a warm red blurred with a blue top and checked shirt.

Fine line Hand Anchor Diamond

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okonedo kept the pawnshop on Gull Street for thirty-one years, and in all that time she never once gave a customer the price they asked for. So when the Sorensen twins came in on a wet Tuesday, each with a ferry ticket folded in one pocket and a story ready in the other, she set the ring on the green baize and waited for them to lie.

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The ring was a cloudy stone set in tin. Ruben said it had been their father's, which was half true, because their father had won it off a man on the pier over a bottle of rum and a promise he never kept. Alf wanted the money for passage to Hull. Neither of them would look at the other while she turned the thing under the lamp.

She had a loupe in one eye and a rule she kept as strictly as her scales: a thing is worth only what it will hold. She told them the stone was paste, that the anchors they had inked on their fingers with a compass nib and a bottle of Indian ink would outlast the glass and the tin both. Then she counted out four pounds in coins, more than the ring deserved and less than they had hoped for.

Years later, when the boats had gone to scrap and Gull Street was flats with lifts that never worked, Alf still had his anchor, blurred to a grey smudge on the knuckle. He told his grandchildren the diamond was the only honest thing he ever sold. Nobody asked him what he meant.