Black fine line arrow tattoo with a diamond and a circle motif on the inner upper arm of a woman with long dark hair.

Fine line arrow on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A single black arrow runs vertically along the inner upper arm, with a small circle within a triangle at the tip, a diamond shape partway along the shaft, and a split fletching with a layered arrowhead at the base. The linework is thin and even, with solid black fill used only on the arrowhead and fletching. The warm, sunlit photo shows the arm raised with the rest of the figure and face out of frame.

Fine line Geometric Upper arm Arrow Circle Diamond Triangle Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the puddle by the eel stall. It has been there since the Michaelmas rain and it will still be there when you are gone. Sit closer. The man who sells cheap umbrellas on the corner will tell you this is a story about luck, but it is not. It is about Oda the fletcher, who worked under the iron awning at the north end of Gull Market, where the rain came in sideways off the river.

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Oda made arrows for nobody in particular. She cut her shafts from ash, notched them, and fixed the feathers with glue rendered from fish skin, and every finished arrow she stood point-up against the wall until the whole row looked like a hedge of little spears. Her sister's husband, a glazier, asked her once what they were for. She said they were for whatever they hit.

Then one wet morning a stranger ducked under the awning and asked for an arrow that would fly true through a closed door. Oda took down the thinnest shaft, bound a brass diamond halfway along it so it would not wobble, and set a small iron ring inside a triangle at the tip, the way a surveyor marks north. She squinted through the ring with one eye. 'There,' she said. 'It sees where it is going.'

The stranger paid in coins still warm from someone else's pocket and walked out into the rain. Oda never saw the arrow leave the stall. But the next spring the glazier's wife swore the door of the bell tower had swung open by itself, and that a single arrow lay in the nave with its point towards the altar. Nobody in Gull Market has ever been able to say who shot it.