Two people show matching fine line tattoos of hands with linked little fingers on their inner forearms.

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Matching linked-finger hand tattoos on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two arms sit close together, each with a small outline tattoo of two hands with their little fingers hooked together. The linework is thin, even and black, with no shading, and the outlines are clean against the skin. The ink is the only colour in the frame, which shows dark clothing on both people and pale skin in soft, even light.

Fine line Forearm Hand Outline Matching Pair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last Corby bus had already pulled out when Ivy caught up with you outside the Co-op, her coat buttoned one hole out and a paper bag of broken biscuits crushed under her arm. She didn't say sorry. She just hooked her little finger round yours, the way you had on the school steps since you were seven, and held on while the wind shoved the market awnings about like sails.

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Her father had found the letter from the Ministry about the Lancashire job, and there had been a row at tea that you were not supposed to hear through the scullery door. Ivy would be gone by March. You told her she could take the sunshine with her, which was a daft thing to say, and she laughed in the wet way that meant she was crying too.

On Tuesday you sat in Mrs Pryor's back parlour above the chemist's, both of you with your sleeves rolled and your elbows on the oilcloth. The man with the ink bottles drew the hands in pencil first and traced them twice, until each pair locked at the knuckle exactly the same. "Matching," Ivy said, as if it were a dare, and you said nothing, because the needle was already humming.

Years later, when the letters had gone soft in a biscuit tin, you still reached for your own little finger whenever a bus pulled away from the stop. It was always there, hooked and waiting, as though she had only stepped round the corner to buy something.