Black outline tattoo of a heart merged with an infinity symbol on the inner wrist, in a fine line style.

Heart and infinity symbol on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single black outline forms a heart whose lower half blends into an infinity symbol, centred on the inner wrist. The linework is thin and even with no shading, and the design is shown in one ink colour against pale skin. Two hands hold the wrist from the side, and the framing keeps the tattoo as the clear focus.

Fine line Forearm Heart Infinity symbol Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock at Stowey Bridge had been dry for three days when Nan finally sent me down to bring the Marigold through on my own. I was twelve and all elbows, and the water in the chamber stood a yard below the cill like a held breath. Grandad had taught me to tie off on the bollard with a figure of eight, the one that comes undone from either end, and he had shown me how, if you folded the bight wide and let the tail run under, the standing part made a heart that kept going into a loop at its bottom.

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My knot jammed. I pulled until my palms stung and the boat swung off the wall a foot, and then a narrowboat called the Ada Rose nosed into the lock behind us. Mrs Okafor, who had worked the Leeds end for thirty years, leant across her tiller and laughed without any meanness in it. "Round and under, love, then let the heart go slack. It only holds if you stop asking it to." I did it her way, and the rope lay still on the iron like it had been waiting.

Grandad died in October, and after that I tied the figure of eight at every mooring and undid it every morning, though nothing needed holding. I used to think the knot was for keeping us put. Then one grey dawn at Burnley I understood that its trick was the opposite: you could always unpick it from whichever end you were on, so nobody was ever really trapped by it.

At Stowey I made the knot one last time before we turned for home and left it on the bollard, loop open, tail trailing into the cut. By the next afternoon a stranger's boat had come through, and someone had pulled it loose and tied it again, the same heart running on at the bottom.