Fine line black heart and infinity tattoo on a forearm, shown beside a matching design on a second forearm.

Matching heart and infinity tattoos on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms are shown side by side, each with a small fine line tattoo of a heart merged with an infinity loop. The linework is thin and even in black ink, with no shading or fill. The designs are placed at the same height on each arm, against a plain skin background with a red sleeve and dark clothing at the edges of the frame.

Fine line Forearm Heart Infinity symbol Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Settle down, you lot, because the band's had its last tea break and the lights are going down. I'm going to tell you about the Marine Ballroom at Hollins Bay in the summer of 1956, when the floor was still sprung and sang under your heels, and two girls came in every Saturday and danced the same figure of eight across it. Ivy Marsh led, Doreen Pike followed, and neither of them ever once let go of the other's hand, not even for a glass of lemonade.

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Now the caller, old Stanley Vine, kept a stick of chalk in his waistcoat pocket, and one night he drew a loop on the boards for them to follow, the way you'd ring a thing you wanted to keep. Stanley said a loop was a promise with no end to it, and that it only broke when somebody stopped turning. The girls laughed and said they'd never stop, and the whole hall clapped, because they meant it, and you could see that they did.

Then in October Doreen's father found her a post at the mill in Shelford, and the letter came on a Thursday. Ivy didn't cry. She put on her good shoes, walked the length of the Marine on her own, and took her turn round the chalk eight by herself, slow, counting under her breath. Every Saturday after that she came and did it, one turn alone, and the band played on for her out of kindness.

The chalk washed off in the first winter rain. The boards didn't. Look close at the floor under the bandstand, past the bench and the spilt rosin, and you'll still see a faint double loop worn pale where two pairs of feet went round all one summer. Ivy danced there until the year they pulled the place down. Now, who wants the waltz? Mind the step, it's a long way round.