Fine line black tattoo of an arrow with two feathers and the word Serendipity in cursive script, placed on the upper shoulder near the neck.

Arrow, feathers and script on the shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a single arrow angled diagonally, with a feather near its shaft and a second feather curving from the tail end, alongside the word Serendipity in flowing cursive script. The linework is fine and delicate, with light shading on the feathers and arrowhead. The ink is black and grey on pale skin, and the design is framed against the curve of the shoulder and neck.

Fine line Lettering Shoulder Arrow Feather Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keep your partners close and mind the sawdust, because the band's having its tea and I've a tale that won't wait for the next waltz. You'll have seen the fellow in the grey coat by the cloakroom, the one who sits every Saturday and never once takes the floor. That's Alfie Brannock. Fifty years ago he was the worst archer on the Margate front and the best liar about it.

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One summer night the Winter Gardens doors were propped open to the sea air, and Alfie wagered his mates a shilling he could put an arrow through the open doorway and pin a card to the far pillar. The card had a girl's name on it, Win Hollis, who sold stamps at the post office and had refused him twice. The arrow flew wide, skipped off the parquet, and came to rest at the toes of a lady who'd been knitting a grey sock on the bench. She picked it up, turned it over, and found two feathers bound to its shaft, one from a gull and one from a pigeon, neither of them matching.

That lady was Win's aunt, and by the interval Win had the arrow in her hands. She laughed at the pair of feathers and said the word for a thing you find while looking for something else was a made-up one, dreamt up by a man who'd read a fairy tale about princes who kept stumbling on treasure by accident. She said she supposed that was what Alfie had been doing all along, missing his target and landing somewhere better.

So when you ask me what became of the arrow, I'll tell you it sits on his mantelpiece in the flat above the chip shop, with the gull feather still tied on. Win's stamp-sheet is pinned beside it. He's never once hit a target since. But he married the girl who picked up his mistake, and that, my dears, is the only shot that ever mattered. Now, who's brave enough to take the floor?