Three matching fine line infinity symbol tattoos with a small cross on the loop, shown on three wrists in dark red ink.

Matching infinity and cross wrist tattoos

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Three small, near-identical tattoos of an infinity symbol with a cross crossing its left loop sit on three different wrists. The linework is thin and even, and the ink is a single dark red tone with no shading. The photograph is shot at a shallow depth of field, with the wrists in sharp focus and the background softly blurred.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lamp is nearly out and I am too old to tell this twice. You want the one about the three wrists. The stars have moved since it happened, so the names may have moved too. There were three couriers who ran the drowned road between Caddon Weir and the sea, back when the rail had gone under and the only honest messages were the ones carried on foot. Their names were Ysolde, Pim and Hallam Reed, and they had never met until the summer they all knelt under the same awning in Harrow Lock.

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The ink-man had only one stencil, a loop lying on its side like a sleeping eight, with a small cross laid over its left curve. He took his payment in tins of salt. Each courier got it on the inside of the wrist, where the gatekeepers at the flood walls looked first for a pulse. Ysolde said it was a promise to come back the same way they went out. Pim said it meant nothing, but he kept his sleeve rolled down for a week anyway.

In the autumn of the great tide, Hallam took the north route alone. The other two waited at the weir with a lamp burning for nine nights, and on the tenth a wet hand came up over the sill. On its wrist the loop was still there, but the cross had slipped and lay crooked across the bottom, as though someone had tried to scrub it off with river grit and given up halfway.

That is why the old folk say the cross leans on the road-walkers' marks, and why nobody ever corrected it. Hallam had carried the last message in her teeth, and she would not let go of it even to rest her arm. Now hold out your wrist, child, and let me see whether yours sits straight.