Colour tattoo of two strips of bacon forming an infinity symbol on the upper arm, with dark outlines and red and pink tones.

Bacon infinity symbol on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows two strips of bacon twisted into an infinity symbol, with a thin pale highlight running along the inner loops. Each rasher is shaded in deep reds and pinks with lighter streaks of fat, and the design is outlined in a dark, bold line. It is centred on the outer upper arm against plain, lightly freckled skin, with a grey sleeve and a tiled floor visible in the background.

Neo-trad Upper arm Infinity symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had sealed the pass for nine days when Agnes Thorne found the rasher hanging from the hook above the range, twisted once on itself like a ribbon in a girl's hair. It had no end. She ran her thumb along the fat, feeling for the cut edge that had to be there, and found only the warm curl of the next loop coming round to meet her hand.

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Every slice she took, the meat grew back along the same line, red and striped with pale fat, and the inn never ran short. Carters ate from it. The priest from Hallow ate twice and asked for the pan. Her husband Piers counted the coins that came in and the coins that did not, and began to talk of selling the thing to the lord at Caddon, who would pay for a slate roof and a better name for the place. Agnes said nothing. The rasher had fed her mother through a bad winter, and she did not trust a lord with anything that could not be spent.

On the ninth night the miller's girl came in with frost in her plaits and asked why the bacon went round forever. Agnes had no answer. She took the knife down and set the blade against the place where the two curves crossed, the spot the child pointed to, and found she could not press. Instead she cut one thin rasher, fried it for the girl, and hung the rest back on its hook.

By morning the wind had dropped and the road to Caddon showed black through the drifts. The strip still hung above the range, a figure of eight with no beginning, and beside it Piers had pinned a note to the beam that said only: enough.