Fine line black infinity symbol with the words love and life written within it, tattooed on the inner wrist of a forearm.

Infinity symbol with love and life on wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A thin black infinity symbol with the words love and life written in a cursive script, one word on each loop. The linework is delicate and even, with no shading, and the design sits near the inner wrist against soft, out-of-focus background tones. The image is a single-colour photograph with a warm, low-contrast tone.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ewe had been lying in the lee of the drystone wall since before light, and Ruth knew from the way the breath smoked out of her that the lambing would not wait for the kettle. She pulled her gloves off with her teeth and pressed her palm flat against the animal's flank, feeling the slow rise and fall, the wet heat of the straw beneath. Behind her the barn door banged in the wind. Her brother was shouting something about the trailer.

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By the time the first lamb slid out, grey and steaming, the sky over Harrow Top had gone the colour of pewter. Ruth rubbed the membrane from its nose with a fistful of hay, the way her father had taught her, and the lamb sneezed and shook its ears like a wet dog. The second came easier. The third was stubborn, its forelegs folded back, and she had to work her hand in twice before she felt the small hoof and eased it round.

When the three of them were sucking and the ewe had gone soft-eyed and quiet, Ruth sat back on her heels in the frozen mud. She drew a loop in the dust with one finger, then another through it, the way you would sketch a figure of eight on a steamed window. Her brother came up the field with the lantern and stopped to watch her. Neither of them said what the loop meant. They had both seen the old tally marks on the barn beam, nine lambs for every year their mother had kept the flock, and nobody had ever worked out how to count past the last one.

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