Black and white photo of two hands hooked together at the wrists, each with a fine line tattoo of birds on a wire on the forearm.

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Birds on a wire on two wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are hooked together at the fingers, with the inner wrists turned towards the camera. One wrist carries two small birds perched on a single fine line that runs across the skin, while the other has a tiny bird in flight above a similar line. The linework is very delicate and monochrome against a dark background, with soft lighting and a knitted sleeve at the bottom of the frame.

Fine line Forearm Bird Wire Flying bird Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wire had been strung across the salt flats before anyone in Coldharbour could remember, and the birds that sat on it were older than the wire. Two of them, grey and round as thumbs, kept watch over the crossing between the eastern works and the mill at Tarn Ford. When a carter came through, they shuffled along the line to make room for him and did not fly.

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Mara Oddie came to the wire the spring her father went under the ice at the reservoir. She was nine, and she carried a folded letter in her coat that she could not read, because the words were in the old script her mother had taught her only halfway. The carter who took her across told her to hold the line with her right hand and not to look down at the white ground, because the birds would tell her which way was east.

The bird that flew came out of the sky a little after noon, a single swift thing that dropped onto the wire at the halfway post and folded itself like a pen. Mara took the letter from her coat and tied it to the leg with a strip torn from her own sleeve. The bird did not thank her. It lifted off towards Tarn Ford, and the two that stayed behind leaned together on the wire and watched it go.

She reached the mill by dusk. The miller read the letter, which said nothing about her father, only that the water was clean now and the children could come home. He gave her bread and a cup of warm milk, and when she asked how the bird had known the way, he shrugged and said the wire had always pointed there.