Black linework tattoo of an anchor looped with an infinity symbol that forms the word love, with a small red heart, on the inner wrist.

Anchor and infinity love script on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

An anchor with a ring top runs diagonally across the image, its shaft crossing an infinity loop that flows into the cursive word love on the right. A small solid red heart sits between the anchor's flukes and the loop. The anchor is shaded in grey, while the outlines and script are in clean black lines against lightly toned skin.

Lettering Forearm Anchor Infinity Love Heart Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had worked the slipway at Scarrow Bay for thirty-one years, and in all that time the sea had never handed her anything it wanted back. So when the spring tide dropped low enough to show the old Mary Ann's anchor lying in the silt below the breakwater, she waded out with the hook pole and her brother's rubber boots, half expecting to find nothing but a bicycle frame.

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The anchor came up heavier than it looked. Barnacles had furred the flukes and the stock had gone green, but the ring at its head was still round and bright where the rope had worn it. Someone had bound tarred twine around the shank in a loose figure eight, the way a man does when he means to come back for a thing. Tucked under the twine was a card in a freezer bag, the ink run to blue ghosts. It was a list of tide times in a hand she knew, and beside them was a small red wax heart. At the bottom, in a looping script that had never once been neat, were the words: Back on the eleven o'clock. Keep the kettle warm. Love, Tom.

Tom Harrow had gone out on the eleven o'clock in the winter of 1989 and not come back. Nell had kept the kettle on for a year, then stopped. She sat on the sea wall with the card going soft in her palm, watching the tide creep back over the mud, and laughed until the laugh turned into the other thing.

Then she hauled the anchor up the slipway on her shoulder, stood it upright against the shed where the gulls couldn't reach it, and went home to put the kettle on.