Two mirrored black bass clef tattoos with two dots each, sitting on the inner wrists of a pair of hands.

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Two mirrored bass clef symbols in solid black ink sit on the inner wrists, with the palms visible at the top of the frame. Each clef has a smooth, bold stroke with a curled top and two dots beside it, and the pair mirrors each other across the centre. The plain white skin and dark background keep the focus on the simple, single-colour linework.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the puddles at the fish end, friends, and pull your hoods down so you can hear me over the gutters. Sit, sit. This is the one about Abel Coyle and the twin stall on Mere Street, and I'll tell it the way my grandmother told it to me under this same awning, while the rain drummed on the canvas like a bored drummer.

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Abel made bass fiddles for the chapel choir, and he had a habit of carving the same sign into the scroll of every instrument he finished: a low key, curled at the top like a wave going back out to sea. Two lads came to him one wet autumn, Tobias and Ned Harrow, who sang the bottom line in the choir and could not bear to be parted. They asked him for a mark that would say they were a pair. Abel took a stick of charcoal and drew it on the back of a bill of sale, then turned the paper over and drew it again, backwards, so the curl faced the other way.

The boys went different roads that spring. Ned took a berth on a herring boat out of Carrick Quay and Tobias stayed to mind the forge. For years neither could get a note to sit right in his own chest. Then, one market day, Tobias set his cart beside a stall that sold sheet music, and Ned walked up the hill with a sack of salt and stopped dead at the sight of that same curl drawn in charcoal on the lid of Tobias's case.

They stood there in the rain, shoulder to shoulder, until the chapel bell rang the hour. Abel is long dead and the stall is a tea shop now, but the two of them still come down on wet days to sing the bottom line, and I have never once heard them fall out of tune.