Two matching fine line black arrow tattoos on the inner forearms near the wrists, shown side by side on two people.

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Matching arrow tattoos on two inner wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two pairs of arms are shown with matching small arrow tattoos placed on the inner wrists or lower forearms. Each design has a thin single-needle outline with simple fletching and an arrowhead, and the ink is dark grey or black. The arms are photographed close up against a dark background, with the two tattoos mirrored across the frame.

Fine line Forearm Arrow Matching tattoo Arrowhead Fletching

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bowyer's daughters had been squabbling over the last length of ash since the thaw, and by the time Mother Hesketh came down the lane with her basket, the elder had split the stave down the middle with a hatchet. Two halves lay in the mud like broken oars. Hesketh picked them up, turned them over in her hands, and said nothing for so long that the younger girl began to cry.

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She carried them to the edge of Thornwick Wood, where the trees stopped as if someone had drawn a line, and cut one arrow from each half. She fletched them with goose feathers from the same wing, pale on one side and grey on the other, and bound the feathers with the same waxed thread. Then she set two barbed heads filed from a single nail. 'Shoot them together and they will fly as one,' she said. 'Shoot them apart and they will each find the other anyway.'

The sisters did not believe her. They fired on a damp afternoon at a bale of straw, and the elder's arrow veered into the bracken while the younger's thudded home. They searched for the lost one all the way to the stream. They found it instead near dusk, standing point-down in the pale clay of the clearing, its shaft leaning toward the bale as if it had only paused on the way back.

Hesketh was gone by the time they returned, but her basket sat on the step with a note tucked under its handle in her crooked hand: keep them in the one quiver. The sisters have shared it ever since. When either draws a bow, the other feels the pull in her own wrist, and neither has ever missed.