Two matching fine line black tattoos of arrows, swirls, a heart and small dashes on the inner wrists and forearms.

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Matching arrow and heart wrist tattoos

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists show near-identical small tattoos, each with a central looped swirl motif, radiating arrow tips, a solid black heart and short hatched dashes. The linework is thin and even, and the tattoos are in black ink only. The photograph is taken close up at an angle, with the two arms overlapping across the frame against a wooden surface.

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The compass had stopped on north-north-west the morning we cleared Gran's flat, and nobody could make it budge. Ruth held it up to the window like evidence. "It's broken," she said, "or it's sulking." I took it from her and tapped the cracked glass, and the needle swung once and settled back, stubborn as a goat.

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On the morning of Nell's wedding we sat on the bottom step of the church hall with a flask of stewed tea, our dresses bunched around our knees, and Ruth made me roll up my sleeve. She had drawn the mark on the inside of my wrist the night before with a biro: the looped swirl from the lid of Gran's compass, four arrow tips fanning out like a badly folded kite, and a heart no bigger than a lentil. "Matching," she said. "Don't argue. You always said we got lost in the same direction."

We had. Gran used to say the compass pointed at whoever you were most likely to find again, and for thirty years it had pointed at nothing, which she took as a sign the world was too busy for us. Ruth pressed the compass into my palm while the organ started up inside, and the needle swung clean round to my wrist, then to her wrist, then to the church doors, where Nell was waiting in a veil the colour of weak tea.

It stayed there, pointing at the doors, steady as a hand on a shoulder. Ruth laughed and pushed me up off the step. "Go on, then," she said. "It's not going to change its mind for you.

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