Fine line black outline of a heart with a small aeroplane on the inner wrist.

Heart outline with aeroplane on a wrist

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A single black outline of a heart with a small aeroplane silhouette flying out of its lower right edge, set on the inner wrist. The linework is thin and even, with no shading or fill inside the heart. The image is in neutral tones on pale skin against a light background, with the hand visible at the top.

Fine line Hand Heart Aeroplane Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stamp was upside down, which Ada decided was the least of it. The airmail envelope had come on Tuesday, thin as tissue, and she had read it standing at the sink with the tap running over her wrist until the water went cold. Her brother Frank had never once in his life written a letter without crossing something out. This one had nothing crossed out at all.

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He wrote about Karachi, where the heat sat on the runway like a wet blanket, and about a pilot called Mr Pryce who let him hold the controls over the Gulf for a full minute. He wrote about the little paper hearts the ground crew folded and tucked into their toolboxes. At the bottom, in pencil, he had drawn the thing they used to draw on the back of bread bags as children: a heart with a plane leaving it. "Home by the end of the month," he'd written. "Keep the kettle on."

She had kept the kettle on for six years. Now she took her coat from the hook, the good one with the green lining she had sewn herself, and walked to the bus stop on Chapel Street with the letter folded in her glove. Nobody on the bus asked where she was going. She was not sure herself until the conductor called out the aerodrome and she found she had already stood up.

In the arrivals hall the board said the Karachi flight was delayed two hours. Ada bought a cup of tea she did not drink and smoothed the envelope flat on the window ledge. Out on the apron a silver machine turned slowly toward the terminal, nose up, and she watched it the way she had watched the harbour for years, without blinking. Then she opened her bag, found her pencil, and on the back of the letter she drew a heart, and beside it a small plane, pointed away from the middle, heading for the open sky.