Black tattoo of a symbol with two horizontal bars and a looping curve, placed on the ankle.

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Black linework symbol on an ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A single black symbol made of a looping curve crossed by two horizontal bars, with one stroke trailing downward. The lines are solid and even in weight, with no shading. The ink is set against pale skin on the ankle, and the photo is taken straight on with the tattoo centred in the frame.

Ankle Symbol Loop Bar Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The steelyard hung from the hook under the wharf crane, and Nell Garside watched the brass pointer shiver and settle before she said a word to the coal merchant. Eleven hundredweight, he said. The pointer said nine and a half. Behind him the Grand Union lay flat and brown under a sky the colour of wet slate, and the barge Marigold sat low in the water with the day's load still to come.

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Her father had taught her to read the beam the way other men read a newspaper. Two bars, one for the load and one for the counterweight, and between them the ring that slid along the arm until the two sides agreed. 'Never trust a man in a hurry to be weighed,' he used to say, and then he would send her to fetch the iron weights from the locker, the ones stamped with the crown and worn smooth at the handles.

She set the weights on the pan one by one. The merchant's boy shifted from foot to foot. The ring slid, slid, and stopped. When the beam finally lay level, its bars flat as a ruled line, the merchant laughed and said it was a fair enough mistake for a woman who ran a barge. Nell did not laugh. She took the chalk from her pocket and wrote 9½ on the tally board, then went over it twice, so that the next man through the gate would have to look.

That evening she tied the Marigold to the bollards below the lock and sat on the cabin step with the board across her knees. Water slapped the hull. Somewhere up the cut a dog barked at nothing. She thought about how the ring had gone round the arm before it found its place, and that the trick of any honest scale was patience rather than pride. Tomorrow she would weigh the coal herself.