Small black interlocking infinity-style loop tattoo in simple geometric linework on the inner wrist.

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Interlocking infinity loops on the wrist

Geometric · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows an infinity-style figure made of overlapping loops that cross at the centre, drawn in solid black ink. The linework is smooth and even, with a consistent weight throughout and no shading. It sits small and centred on pale skin against a dark background, with the photo taken at a slight angle.

Geometric Other Infinity Loop Symbol Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell,

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You will want the truth about the cord, so here it is. Mr Halloran tied it himself, sat on an upturned crate in the yard with his spectacles pushed up into his hair, and he would not let me help. The first pass made three rings. Then he doubled back and carried the last loop across the middle so the whole thing folded into itself like a figure eight that had forgotten where it started. He said a knot like that has no loose end, which is why you can never undo it without cutting, and nobody at a wedding ever wants to cut anything.

At the church gate the cord went round the wrists of the bride and groom, and the vicar's hands shook so badly that Mrs Pryce had to steady the second loop herself. Mother cried before the words were said, which I thought was rather unfair, since she had made me practise the hymns for a month. Afterwards Aunt Edith wanted the cord snipped for the photographs. The photographer said it would look lovely in black and white, and she had her scissors out before anyone could stop her.

Halloran didn't raise his voice. He just put one big hand over her wrist and said, "Not that one, Edith. That one's for keeping." She put the scissors away, and the cord stayed on through the speeches and the dancing and the rain that came in at nine.

I have the spare length in my apron pocket, tarred twine, still a bit stiff from the shed. I'm posting it to you with this letter. Hold one end, and I'll hold the other, and we'll see whether we can find where it begins.

Love, June