Two forearms held together, each with a black cross tattoo and the words Mark 5:36, with one set of words in red script on the forearm.

Matching cross and Mark 5:36 forearm tattoos

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Two forearms are pressed together, each showing a solid black cross with a bible reference, Mark 5:36, beneath or beside it. The cross on the upper arm has the text in bold black lettering, while the cross on the lower arm is set beside red script that is partly cut off at the edge of the frame. The dark background keeps focus on the skin and the clean, crisp edges of the ink.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock at Stourport had been shut since dawn, and Ada Rudd stood on the gunwale of the Constance with a coil of wet rope over her shoulder while her brother argued with the keeper through the rain. Eli wanted the water down by noon. The keeper wanted the river to decide. Behind them the stove hissed where Ada had left the kettle, and the telegram from the doctor in Kidderminster lay folded on the cabin table, weighted with a jam jar of cold tea.

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The message had come by a boy on a bicycle. It said only that Mr Coates's girl was worse, and that the family should come if they could. Eli had read it once and put it in his breast pocket, where he kept the wooden cross he had carved the winter their father drowned. Ada had read it three times. She knew her brother well enough to see he had already decided to go up to the lock house, whatever the keeper said.

Coates met them at the door with his hand on the frame and his face grey as the stones. He had been told by the vicar that the child was past help. Eli did not argue. He took off his cap, looked at the man for a long moment, and said the thing their mother used to say on bad nights, the words painted on the chapel board for anyone who came in frightened: be not afraid, only believe. Then he asked to see the girl, and Coates, who had nothing left to lose, stood aside.

By the time the gates swung open and the Constance rose into the pound, the lamp in the lock house window had gone out. Ada stood at the tiller and could not tell whether that meant the worst had happened or that a nine-year-old had finally slept.