Two hands held together showing matching fine line black knot band tattoos wrapped around the base of two fingers.

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Matching knot band tattoos on two fingers

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are clasped together, with a small black knot-style band tattoo on the side of one finger and a similar design on a finger of the other hand. The linework is thin and even, with simple looped and pointed shapes forming a ring-like band. The image is in black ink only, and the close framing centres the two matching designs against the soft, dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Aunt Maud had tied the knot for three generations of Penhallow brides and she would not be hurried over it. "Sit still, Tamsin, or the loop goes slack," she said, holding a length of waxed linen between her teeth while the church bell rehearsed across the harbour. Outside, the tide was turning over the slipway and the gulls were quarrelling about it.

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The cord was no thicker than a bootlace, dyed the grey-blue of wet slate. She folded it into two pointed petals, drew a third loop through their middle and pulled until the whole thing sat snug on her thumb like a ring. "Twice round, then through the heart. It looks like a tangle to the untrained eye, but it lies flat and it doesn't lift." She measured the second band against my sister's hand, then against the hand of the boy she was marrying, Ellis, who had come up from the boats in a borrowed shirt and kept rubbing the back of his neck.

The trouble was the length. We had cut one reel for two bands and Maud had miscounted, so the spare cord fell an inch short. She sat with it a long while, turning it over in her fingers, then tied the smaller loop for Ellis and kept the longer one for Jenna, saying the bride always gets the better end of a bargain. Ellis laughed, the first time he had all day, and held his hand out flat so she could slip the band over his knuckle.

At the reception the two of them sat with their hands clasped on the trestle table, the knots pale against their knuckles where the lamplight caught them. Maud watched from the end of the bench and nodded once. "Nobody ever checks which one's the loop," she said, and went back to her tea.

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