Colour tattoo of an interlaced heart with sparkling stars on the lower back, shaded in blue, purple and pink.

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Interlaced heart with stars on lower back

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A heart outlined in bold black lines is woven from interlacing ribbon-like strands, with a small star and sparkle marks around it. Soft blue, purple and pink washes sit inside and beside the linework, giving a painterly look. The design is centred on a bare patch of skin with a few small freckles visible.

Back Heart Star Sparkle Ribbon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the tiller, and don't let that kettle boil dry, because I am coming to the part with the ribbons and I will not tell it twice. You all know the Mary Ann, the green barge that worked the Kennet for forty years with her paint flaking off like old wallpaper. Her skipper was a quiet man called Eli Crane, and he had a wife named Doris who could tie a knot in a wet sack and make it hold through a flood.

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Every spring Doris bought a length of blue silk from the draper in Newbury, and every spring she spent the long evenings at the cabin table working it into a heart. Over and under, over and under, never cutting the thread. Eli asked her once why she never finished the loop. She said a heart that closes is a heart that stops, and she went back to her needle without looking up.

Then came the hard winter. The ice locked the lock gates at Hungerford and Eli was stuck south with a hold full of coal and no way to bring it home. Three weeks he was gone. Doris sat up on the towpath every night with a lantern, counting stars through the frost, and tied a new stitch into the silk for every one she counted. When the ice finally cracked, a sound like a rifle going off over the water, she was still out there, and she heard a man's boots coming along the bank.

The Mary Ann sank off Reading in 1962, and the silk went down with her, faded to the colour of a bruised plum. But Eli had cut a length of it free before the end and tied it to the tiller, and it hung there, unfinished, the way she'd always wanted it. Now pass me that kettle, and mind the water. It's warm enough for the both of us.