Fine line black tattoo of an arrow with an owl, heart, cross, peace sign and bird hanging from its shaft, on the upper arm.

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Arrow with hanging charms on an upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A thin black arrow runs diagonally across the skin, with small dots along its shaft from which an owl, a heart, a cross, a peace sign and a bird hang as charms. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the tattoo is set against a plain, lightly lit background.

Fine line Upper arm Arrow Owl Heart Cross Peace sign Bird Charm

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ada Pelling had made arrows for the Wexford Green shoot for forty years, and she never once let anyone else thread the charms. "Each one goes on the shaft in the right order," she said, tapping the brass dot where the owl would hang. Her grandson Tomas held the cord taut while she tied the knot with fingers that had stopped shaking the winter before.

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The owl was for Harold, who had kept watch over the village nights for the parish, and the heart was for the miller's wife, who had outlived two husbands and still laughed loud enough to scare the rooks. The cross was for the chapel roof, the peace sign for the truce the two families had finally signed over the boundary wall, and the bird, a plain sparrow in flight, was for whatever Tomas would do next. Tomas asked why the sparrow went last. "Because it's the only one that hasn't landed yet," she said.

On shoot day the wind came off the moor sideways. The arrow flew wide of the target but cleared the hedge and came down in the rectory orchard, where the charms tangled in a pear tree. Nobody bothered to say it had missed. Tomas climbed up for it, and Harold, who was ninety and had no business climbing anything, held the ladder with both hands.

Ada didn't win that year, nor the next. But the arrow hung on her kitchen wall, and every spring Tomas unhooked it and counted the charms out loud, the way she had taught him, until the bird was the only one left and he could finally say which way it was flying.