Fine line black tattoo of a heartbeat trace on the wrist, shown against a dark floral fabric.

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Heartbeat line on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A thin black outline of a heartbeat trace runs across the wrist, with sharp peaks and flat sections along a single line. The linework is fine and even, and the ink is solid black with no shading or colour. The arm lies across a dark floral fabric with red and cream roses, and the tattoo is the only element in the composition that is not part of the fabric.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hold still, you, and I'll tell it while the kettle makes up its mind. The Margaret Ellen had a depth recorder bolted above the wheel, a drum of grey thermal paper that scrolled out a jagged line every time the sounder pinged the bottom. Old Tam Rennie read that paper the way a doctor reads a chart. Flat was sand. Peaks were rock. A sharp tooth of a line meant a wreck or a shoal of herring, and he could tell you which by the shape of the tooth.

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The winter of the bad north wind, the paper went wild. Forty fathoms off Skerry Bank the line climbed and fell, climbed and fell, quick as a pulse. Young Ruaridh, new to the boat, wanted to turn for home. Tam laughed and said the bottom was only breathing hard. He kept the trawl down. They hauled up a sixty-pound cod and a drowned oilskin with a brass button stamped with a crown, and that was that, or so the boy thought.

Years on, Ruaridh had his own boat and his own drum, and he kept the old paper in a biscuit tin. Every time the line jumped, he said, he thought of Tam's hand flat on the rail, counting the peaks aloud like a man counting children in from the road. The sea had a rhythm, Tam used to say, and so did anything you loved enough to watch.

Ruaridh's granddaughter found the tin last spring and asked what the wiggly line was. He told her it was the sea's heartbeat. She said the sea doesn't have a heart. He agreed with her, then unfolded the paper anyway and showed her the peak where the cod came up.