Several arms crossed together, each wrist marked with a matching pink, red and teal chevron band tattoo.

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Matching chevron wrist bands on several arms

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Four or more arms are stacked together, with each wrist wearing a similar band tattoo made of interlocking chevron or braided shapes. The linework is solid and the shading is smooth, with pink and red tones blending into teal and light blue highlights. The arms fill the frame, and the dark background and black photo border focus attention on the matching bands.

Geometric Forearm Chevron Band Pattern Arm

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rope bridge over the Carrow gorge had rotted through on the far side, so Mair tied the four of them together at the wrist before anyone set foot on the planks. She had plaited the bands by the stove the night before, red wool first, then the pink her mother had dyed with madder, with a thread of teal from the flock-master's daughter running through the middle so they would know each other in a crowd. Nell said it looked like a child's game. Mair said the pass did not care what things looked like.

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Halfway over, the wind came down off the Scarp like a dropped sack of stones. The sheep bolted back up the hill and the planks bucked, and Bea went to her knees with a scream that the gorge swallowed. The four of them locked their arms in a chain, each hand gripping the next band, and the chevrons lay across their wrists pointing all one way, up the slope toward the cairn, the same zigzag the path had made in the snow for three hundred years. Nobody spoke. They shuffled, and the wind pushed, and they shuffled again.

Nell's band parted at the knot. She felt it go, and for one cold breath she thought the sensible thing was to open her hand and let the others pull clear. Mair grabbed her wrist and bit the loose end back through the plait with her teeth, pulling until the wool sang. "A braid holds because every strand goes over the next one," she said, "not because one strand is strong."

They reached the cairn with the light going out of the sky. Bea counted their arms twice, then a third time, and when she got four each time she sat down in the snow and laughed until she wept. The bands were soaked and frayed, but they still ran in their stripes, pink and red, with the teal catching what was left of the sun.