Black infinity symbol with an arrow passing through it, tattooed on the wrist.

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Infinity symbol and arrow on a wrist

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A solid black infinity symbol with an arrow running diagonally through its centre, shown on the inside of a wrist. The linework is bold and smooth with dense black fill and no shading. The plain skin tone and dark background keep the design as the only focus of the photo.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Edwin Marr did not look up when the Lusk boy came into the forge at Stannow Cross that March, only held out his hand for the wire and said, 'Not yet.' He was twisting a length of iron rod into a loop, crossing the ends over and under until it lay flat like the number eight laid on its side. Then he drove an arrow through the middle of it, the point going in from the lower left and out at the upper right, and he set the whole thing on the anvil to cool.

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The town had always said the loop was a road. Old Marr's father had carried one out past the mill in the year of the flood, and the story went that a man walking the bend of the river with the iron in his coat would keep coming back to the same stone step, however far he thought he had gone. Nobody in Stannow Cross liked to test it. Peter Lusk, who was eleven and believed in nothing he could not lift, asked for a loop of his own that Saturday and was told he could have one if he carried it to the bridge and back before the church clock struck four.

He did not get to the bridge. He reached the place where the lane forks and the arrow on his wrist-sized iron seemed to point the way he had come, and when he turned it round it pointed the other way, so he stood there a long while with the cold metal in his palms. When he finally walked back, the forge was lit and Marr was waiting on the step, a second loop already hanging above the door with its arrow aimed inward, at the threshold where the boy had to stand.

Marr took the first loop from him, weighed it once, and hung it beside the other. The iron was still warm. Neither of them said anything about the bridge, and the arrows, both of them, pointed quietly at the step.