Fine line geometric tattoo of an arrow passing through three dotted circles and a cross, on the upper arm.

Arrow and dotted circles on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A vertical arrow runs down the upper arm, with a feathered arrowhead at the top and a pointed tip at the bottom. Three circles are stacked along the shaft, drawn in dotted and solid fine lines, with small dots beside them and a cross through the lowest circle. The ink is a single muted blue-grey on lightly tanned skin, and the photo is taken at a slight angle outdoors.

Fine line Geometric Upper arm Arrow Circle Dotted circle Cross Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Hallam Cross would light the ovens until the arrow had gone through the three rings. Old Agnes Pim had hung them from the bakehouse beam herself, one above the other, the top one wide enough for a man's hand and the lowest pinned with a cross of waxed thread so the eye could find its centre in the grey before sunrise. Her grandson Edwin was the only one she trusted to loose the shaft, and only once the yeast had begun to tick in the crocks.

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The trouble came the winter the wheat rotted in the sacks. Edwin stood at the door with the bow and frost on his sleeves and found his hands would not keep still. Three dots of cold light hung over the square where the lamplighter had missed his round. He could not see the middle ring. He thought of the widows who would queue for loaves, and of Agnes saying that the arrow goes where the attention goes, not where the hand wants.

He breathed out slowly, let the smell of proving dough pull him steady, and let the string go. The shaft rose through the top hoop, dipped through the middle one with a sound like a thumb on a drum, and stuck quivering in the lowest ring, dead centre on the cross. Behind him the first crock sighed and rose over its cloth. By the time the bell at St Oswin's began, the ovens were warm and the square was full of people pretending they had not been waiting.