Two people hold hands, showing matching black fine line tattoos of an infinity symbol with heart-shaped loops on their wrists.

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Matching infinity heart tattoos on wrists

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are shown side by side, each carrying a matching tattoo of an infinity symbol formed from scrolling, heart-shaped loops. The linework is thin and smooth in black ink, with light shading that gives the design a soft, slightly dotted edge. The hands are held together in the centre of the frame against a kitchen worktop background.

Fine line Other Infinity Heart Scroll Matching tattoo Hand Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Crabtree gates had to be on the van by Friday, and Maud was still hammering the last scroll cold when her sister came in out of the rain carrying two mugs of tea she had forgotten to drink.

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Irene set one on the anvil and looked at the drawing pinned above the bellows. It was the old figure of eight, the one their grandfather swore he had drawn without lifting the pencil, with a heart curled at the top and another at the bottom. 'Nobody can make that from iron,' she said. 'Iron wants to go straight or go round, not both.'

Maud didn't answer. She had cracked the bar twice already that morning, once at the crossing where the loops met, and she could feel a third crack coming before it came, a small sound like a knuckle. She put the bar back in the coals and watched the colour rise from dull red to the bright orange of a wet ember. When she drew it out she bent it slowly, letting the metal decide where it wanted to go, and at the crossing she did not force it. She let the two curls lean into each other and held them there until the heat left them.

In the morning the bar was whole. It had no beginning and no end, only a place in the middle where the line passed over itself and kept going. Irene held it up to the light from the yard door and turned it, and the loops swapped places, heart to heart, the way a quarrel does when neither person will finish it.

Maud scratched a copy into the soft face of the anvil with a masonry nail, then a second one beside it, smaller, so the two would match. Irene said that was daft. Maud said it was for the invoice. The van left for Walsall at nine with the gates strapped down, and neither of them could have said which of the two loops had been the first one drawn.