Small black line anchor and a red shaded heart tattooed on the inside of a wrist, in a fine line style.

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Anchor and heart on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A raised hand and wrist show two small tattoos: a thin black line drawing of an anchor on the left and a small red heart with soft shading on the right. The linework is delicate and the anchor has no shading, while the heart is filled with a lighter red and a touch of pink. The pale skin and blurred background keep the focus on the two small motifs spaced apart on the wrist.

Fine line Forearm Anchor Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Lark Anne had been moored below Iffley Lock since the thaw, and every morning Bess Corrigan rowed out in the grey light to check her chain. Her father used to say the river takes what it is given and gives back what it pleases. Bess had taken that as a dare, and she had never once found the chain slack.

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Eli Haddow came down the towpath in May with a tin of red paint and a brush cut from a horse's tail. He worked the lock-keeper's bench in exchange for a berth, and he said the anchor on the barge's bow looked lonely. Bess told him an anchor was never meant to be company. He painted a heart anyway, small as a thumbnail, on the sill of the lower gate, and she pretended not to watch him do it.

In September the flood came up brown and fast, and the Lark Anne dragged her chain until the iron bit under the old willow roots and held. Bess went out in the rain with a lantern and found the line singing tight as a fiddle string. She hauled hand over hand until the anchor broke the surface, and tangled in its flukes was a flattened tin lid, the red gone pale and blistered, with Eli's crooked initials scratched into the back.

She did not throw it back. She threaded a length of tarred cord through the lid and tied it to the shank above the flukes, where it knocked gently against the iron every time the boat swung. Some nights after that she could hear it over the water, a small bright sound, and she left the chain exactly as it was.