Two wrists held together, each showing half of a matching black ink floral tattoo that joins across them.

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Matching floral wrist tattoos

Botanical · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are pressed together, with the hands clasped, and a matching black ink tattoo spans both wrists. The design is made of small flower and leaf motifs in an outlined style with solid black fills and open areas. The ink is black on pale skin against a plain white sleeve and a tiled floor, with the composition centred on the joined tattoo.

Botanical Other Flower Leaf Floral Matching tattoo Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

At the ford below Tansley, where the lane gave out into mud, there grew a hedge of honeysuckle planted by two girls who could never agree on anything. Ada wanted the north bank and Bess wanted the south, and when their mother refused to choose between them, they each took a cutting, wrapped the roots in wet rag, and swore on the church bell that their plants would grow together or not at all.

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Bess married first and moved across the water to a farm past the mill. For a whole summer Ada's side bloomed while the south bank stayed bare, and the parish said it was a sign. Ada went down to the ford every evening with a knife and a pail, cutting back the shoots that reached for the far side, because she was angry and because she was afraid the vine would fail her if she let it go.

In October the flood came down off the moor and took the footbridge. Ada waded out at dusk to the middle stone, cold to the thigh, and found the honeysuckle had put down roots in the river itself, a loop of stem running under the water from her bank to Bess's. Bess was standing on the far side with a lantern, having heard the water too. Neither of them said anything clever. They knelt in the mud and pulled the stems up together, and their wrists, scraped raw, pressed against each other while they worked.

Ada still tells the story at weddings, the old way, though she has learned to leave out the knife. The vine grows over the ford now, a green arch with leaf on one side and flower on the other, and brides are walked under it so they know which way home is. Ada and Bess lie side by side in the churchyard above it, and nobody in Tansley has ever been brave enough to cut it back.