Fine-line tattoo of an outlined heart joined to a heartbeat trace, placed on the back of a person's neck.

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Heart and heartbeat line on the neck

Fine line · Neck · Black and grey · Photo

The photo shows the back of a person's neck and head, with dark hair pulled up and a zebra-print garment at the shoulders. A thin outlined heart on the left flows into a jagged heartbeat line running to the right across the neck. The linework is crisp and dark with slight reddening of the surrounding skin, and the composition is centred on the nape.

Fine line Neck Heart Heartbeat Ecg line Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The electrocardiograph lived in the chart room under a sheet of oilcloth, and on the third day out from Freetown I had to uncover it for a deckhand called Ivo Marr, who had gone grey around the mouth while hauling a cargo net. The machine was older than me, a brass-cornered box with four leads and a stylus that scratched its line onto paper unrolling at the pace of a slow tide.

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I pasted the electrodes to his wrists, ankles and chest and told him to breathe slowly while the ink leapt and settled. Most of the paper was jitter from the engines. Then, between the rolling, a clean sequence came through: a sharp peak, a flat stretch, a small hump like a wave running out of sand. I knew the shape before I read it, because every medical student draws it on a blackboard. I told Ivo he had a heart that kept its own good time, and he laughed until he coughed.

Afterwards he asked me to draw it for him on the back of a menu card, because he wanted his girl in Lagos to see what a sound heart looked like. I drew an outline heart at the left, then let the line leave it and bounce across the card in the same rhythm. He pressed the card flat between his palms as if it were a prayer and buttoned it into his shirt.

Six weeks later, on the quay at Rotterdam, the purser handed me an envelope addressed in pencil to the ship's doctor. Inside was the menu card, folded small, with a second line drawn beneath mine in a shaky hand. It ran flat for a long way, rose once, sharply, and then carried on past the edge of the card, the heart at its start still open, never filled in.