Two arms pressed together in black and white, each with a fine line outlined geometric shape near the elbow, one larger and one smaller.

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Matching outlined polygons on two elbows

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two arms rest against each other in a black and white photograph, with a single fine line outline of a polygon on each. The left shape is larger and sits on the forearm near the elbow, while the right shape is smaller and sits on the upper arm, with a plain hexagon-like outline. The linework is thin and unshaded, and the plain skin and dark background keep the focus on the two shapes.

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The pentagon would not sit against the hexagon, however Ida turned it. She had cut the stone twice that morning and both times the edges met with a sliver of daylight between them, no wider than a hair, and Mr Corbould came down off the scaffold to press his thumb into the gap and tell her the job was for the council inspector at four.

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Her sister Ruth watched from the kerb with a flask of cold tea. 'Five sides and six,' Ruth said. 'It was never going to close. Nothing that counts to five sits flush against six without a seam.' Ida said that was why the council paid for seams. She knelt and laid both tiles on the wet mortar, one at the corner of the doorway and the other a yard along, then drew round each with a carpenter's pencil so the outlines would outlast the day.

The inspector came at four in a grey coat and walked the length of the pavement tapping every tile with a brass rod. He stopped at the pentagon. He stopped at the hexagon. Then he wrote one word in his notebook, and Ida, who could read upside down after thirty years of setting stone, saw that it was 'apart'. He passed the work anyway.

The street was dug up forty years later and the pair were lifted, numbered and laid again in a museum hall, where nobody asked why two tiles sat a finger's width from each other across an empty square of floor. Ruth had kept the pencil outlines in her ledger, one shape bent a little towards the other, as if they were still waiting for the mortar to dry.