Black ink hand-drawn arrow designs on a cream background, with feathered fletching, scrolled and heart-shaped tails, and ornate arrowheads, shown as a tattoo flash sheet.

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Hand-drawn arrow flash sheet

Black and grey · Flash

A sheet of black ink line drawings showing many different arrows at varied angles and sizes. The arrows have feathered or chevron fletching, ornate and decorated arrowheads, scroll details and small heart-shaped tails, drawn with a mix of solid fills and open outlines. The sheet is in black ink on a cream paper background with no colour.

Arrow Arrowhead Fletching Heart Scroll Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The archer's daughter had been told that every arrow flies toward the thing it loves, so she spent a summer aiming at the sky. Her father laughed and handed her a bow of ash and a quiver of goose feathers he had cut and bent himself, each one fletched in a chevron that caught the wind like a gull's wing. He showed her how to nock an arrow with the heart-shaped tail facing down, so that the feathers would steady it, and how to sight along the shaft until the scrolled head seemed to float on the horizon.

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She shot at the bell tower, at the gulls over the harbour, at a crooked lamp post on the quay. Every arrow fell short or wide, and every evening she gathered them from the mud and the gorse and laid them in a row on the kitchen table. Her father would turn each one over in his thick fingers, tapping the decorated heads, saying nothing. Once he pulled a single arrow from the pile, a long one with a barbed spade-shaped point, and set it against the wall.

In October a fishing boat did not come home, and the women of the island gathered at the north shingle with lanterns. The girl walked out past the last rope and stood with her bow. She did not aim at the sea. She let the arrow go up and over the swell, high enough to hang against the grey, and when it came down it struck the stern of the drifting hull with a clean knock, the feathers still trembling. Her father, who had watched from the wall, took the bow from her hands and found that it was warm.