Two small black mandala flower tattoos in a fine line style, one on each inner wrist of two people with their arms placed together.

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Matching mandala tattoos on two wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two small, matching mandala-style flower tattoos sit on the inner wrists of two people whose arms rest against each other. The linework is fine and dark, with dotted detail in the petals and centre. The ink appears black or dark grey on skin, set against a warm wooden floor in a close, slightly angled shot.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Mandala Flower Matching Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boats of Skerrow went out on the ebb, and the women stayed on the quay to mend what the sea had torn. Agnes Lowrie had the quickest hands in the village. Her cousin Mairi had the patience. Between them they could knot a net faster than the gulls could pick a crab.

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The winter the herring failed, the men came back with empty holds and no word of where the shoal had gone. Mairi sat up with a lamp and a bundle of tarred twine, working the same round knot over and over, until Agnes asked what she was making. 'A wheel,' Mairi said, 'to tell the fish which way is home.' She inked it onto Agnes's wrist with a sharpened hen's quill: eight petals, a dotted ring, a dot at the heart. Then she turned her own wrist over and did the same.

Next morning the boats went out again. Afterwards the men swore that the water off the north skerries had gone blue and busy with silver, and that the nets came up heavy as church bells. Nobody asked which of the two women had known where to cast. They only saw the two wrists lifting the rope together, the marks turning in the grey light like a pair of small suns.

When Agnes grew old, the dots had faded to the colour of weak tea, but she still touched them before each tide turned. Mairi was buried on the hill above the harbour. Agnes kept the quill in a tin on the windowsill, and the petals never quite left her wrist.