Fine line black infinity symbol with the word love written through its loop, tattooed on the inside of a wrist.

Infinity symbol with love script on wrist

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A black fine line infinity symbol with the word love script running through its right loop sits on the inner wrist of a hand raised towards the camera. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the tattoo is set against a soft grey background in a black and white photograph. The composition centres the wrist with the hand angled above it.

Fine line Lettering Hand Infinity Love Script Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pell had been hemming the same tablecloth since breakfast, because the guests in number six had gone without a word and she could not bring herself to strip the bed while the sea was so loud at the window. Her grandson had sent a postcard from Margate with a looping ribbon drawn on it in biro, and beneath it, in careful capitals, the word LOVE. She had read it twice and decided that meant he was well.

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The boarding house had stood on Harbour Row for sixty years, and she had learned that people left things behind in its rooms: a glove, a ferry timetable, once a wedding ring knotted into a handkerchief. She found the ribbon on the windowsill of number six, a length of blue silk folded into a figure eight. Someone had stitched a word across the crossing in red thread, the letters small and slanted, as if written quickly by a hand that did not want to be seen doing it.

She sat on the bed with the silk across her knees and tried to work the knot loose. It would not give. She thought of the lodger, a quiet man who had paid in coins and asked only whether the tide came in beneath the pier at night. He had stood at that window every morning as if the water owed him an answer. The loops seemed to run on forever, each side leading round to the other, and she could not find where one ended.

In the end she did not untie it. She cut the knot with her good scissors, tied the two ends together in a loose bow, and set the silk on the sill facing the harbour, where anyone walking up from the boats would see it first. It was the nearest thing to a letter she had ever sent.