Two matching small fine line tattoos of a red heart intertwined with a black infinity symbol, one on each ankle.

Matching heart and infinity tattoos on ankles

Fine line · Ankle · Mixed · Photo

Two matching small tattoos sit on the inner ankles of a pair of legs, each showing a red heart linked with a black infinity symbol. The outlines are clean and fairly bold for their small size, with the red and black lines kept separate and solid. The photograph is taken from a low angle with a dark lace-up shoe and a tiled floor in the background.

Fine line Ankle Heart Infinity symbol Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit down, the pair of you, and mind the cloakroom draught, because this is the one about the Marigold Ballroom and the two girls who danced the same step for a whole winter. Nobody living remembers the band's name, but everyone remembers the floor. It was sprung maple laid over the old pier, and it bounced when the heavy feet came down, so the whole hall rocked like a ship at anchor.

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Ivy Crane and her cousin Pearl came every Saturday on the number nine bus, and they never once danced with a boy. They danced with each other, heel to toe, counting the bars out loud. The bandleader, a thin man called Mr Oakes with a moustache like a clothes brush, told them they'd never get a partner that way. Pearl told him she had one already, and she had no intention of sharing her cousin with anyone who couldn't keep time.

Then the February gales came up the coast and tore away a section of the pier railings. The dances stopped. Ivy went into hospital with a fever, and Pearl sat by her bed every evening, humming the waltz they'd made up, the one that ran in a loop with no proper ending. Ivy said the tune ought to finish on a heart. Pearl said it ought to just keep going, round and round, like a thing that couldn't be finished.

So they went to Mr Ruddock's back room above the chip shop, where the ink was cheap and the needles were hot, and they came out with a red heart and a black figure of eight lying on its side across the inside of the ankle. Ivy said they'd match forever. Pearl said forever was only a loop that hadn't reached the end of its verse yet. When the Marigold burned down in 1961, the only thing left standing was the sprung floor, and a girl still dancing on it alone at dawn, counting the bars out loud.