Two side-by-side photos of finger tattoos in black ink: a fine line bow on the side of a finger on the left, and bold black bands wrapping a ring finger on the right.

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Bow and banded ring tattoos on fingers

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

The left panel shows a small fine line bow with a thin line running around the side of a finger. The right panel shows a ring finger wrapped in two solid black bands with thin grey edges, forming a band-style ring tattoo. Both are in black and grey ink, photographed close up against a dark background.

Fine line Blackwork Hand Bow Ribbon Band Ring Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Before the bells of the lower town had finished with midnight, Mabel Corrie was already kneading in the back of the bakehouse on Tanner's Row, because the flour would not wait for anyone's sleep. Her husband Tom had gone to the mill at Ferrytoll to fetch the good rye, and he had not come back by the time the oven was hot.

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She tied the first loaves with string, as her mother had, but the string kept slipping off the cooling racks. So she took a length of blue silk ribbon from the drawer where the wedding things lived, and tied each loaf with a bow no bigger than a thumbprint, so the baker's boy would know which were hers and which were the mill's. The boy laughed and asked why she bothered. She said a loaf dressed for the road is one the crows leave alone.

Tom came up the lane at the grey edge of dawn with the cart empty and a cut across his palm from a broken sack hook. He held his hand out to her, and she saw that he had bound a band of twisted wire around his ring finger, a thing he had made by the mill fire while he waited for the rye to be weighed. Two lines of dark iron, with a grey edge where the heat had pulled it.

The bread came out that morning with ribbons on it, and the town said the Corries had gone soft. They had not. They had only found that a small mark, set where a person would see it every time they reached for something, could be read by a whole town before it had its tea.