Black fine line wrist tattoo of two birds on wires, one perched and one in flight, with a second photo showing the wire lines alone.

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Birds on wires around the wrist

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The top photo shows two black bird silhouettes on a set of wires wrapping around the wrist, with one bird perched on the line and the other in flight with softly shaded edges. The bottom photo shows only the thin black wire lines crossing around the wrist. The linework is fine and clean, the ink is solely black and grey, and the two stacked photos use a plain light background.

Fine line Other Bird Wire Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You didn't come to the reunion, so I'm writing this on the back of the programme the school sent round, the one with the gym floor on the cover. Mr Okafor still runs the raffle exactly as he did in 1998, and the hamper went to someone's nan again. I sat next to Priya through the whole dinner, and she told me she'd seen you at a petrol station outside Swindon, looking like you'd been sleeping in the car.

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Do you remember the summer we sat on the telegraph wire above Cutler's Lane, dangling our feet over the hedge and counting the swallows that lined up along it like beads? You said the trick was to pick the one that was leaving and watch it until it turned into a dot. We never once agreed which one that was. You always picked the one that went first, and I always picked the one that stayed.

Last night in the car park Gavin asked where you'd got to, and I told him the truth, that you'd gone the way a bird goes, all at once and without looking back. He laughed and said that was a very poetic way of saying you still owed him a fiver. I didn't correct him. I just kept thinking about that wire, how it never went anywhere and still hums when the wind comes off the reservoir.

I'm still on it, Tom. I've got a flat over the chemist now and a job that pays the bills, and most mornings I stand at the kitchen window and look at the lines outside as though you might drop back onto one. Come for a pint in March. I'll save you the seat by the window, and I'll be the one who didn't leave.