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Arrow tattoos in four fine line placements
Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo
The collage shows four separate photographs of small arrow tattoos. The designs include a vertical stack of arrowheads down the spine, a single arrow on the side of the ribs, a small arrow on the inner wrist beside a hedgehog, and a group of three arrows with feather fletching on the upper arm. The linework is thin and the ink is solid black, set against plain or softly lit backgrounds.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Come closer, the ones at the back, because the bit about the hedgehog is the part nobody believes. My grandmother's grandmother kept the last working orchard on the Severn terraces, when the river had moved two miles north and the apples had learned to grow in bundles of tin. The orchard had a dog called Nettle and a hedgehog called Sergeant, who slept in the fruit crates and ate the slugs the robots missed.
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Every spring the old woman climbed the ridge with a bow made from a ship's rib and shot one arrow over the wall into the wild country beyond, where no one was allowed to go. Nobody knew why. Her daughter asked, and she said a fletcher must know where the wind goes before she can know where the arrow lands. The arrows that came back were always feathered with grey gull, always bent a little at the shaft, and always carried a scrap of paper. Twenty-three springs, and twenty-three papers, each with the same three words: still standing here.
The last spring, a boy came down the far side of the ridge carrying the first arrow she had ever shot, its head still sharp. He had walked from the coast. He held it out to the hedgehog, which rolled up tight and would not be moved, so the boy laid the arrow on the wall beside the crates and waited for the old woman to come and fetch it.
She did not come. She was already under the eighth tree, cutting a new shaft from the wood of the first one. Ask anyone in the valley and they will tell you the arrows still fly. Climb the ridge and look, and you may find one pointing home.
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