Two matching puzzle piece outline tattoos on the inner wrists, each with a small red heart filled in.

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Matching puzzle piece wrist tattoos

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Two interlocking puzzle pieces are shown on separate wrists, drawn as bold black outlines with a small red heart in each piece. The linework is clean and uniform, and the hearts are filled with flat red and orange ink. The pieces sit side by side across the image, so the pair reads as one design split between two people.

Forearm Puzzle piece Heart Matching tattoo Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the pair of you, and keep your hands off that lift gate, it's been sulking since the Jubilee. Fourteenth floor of Ferndale Court, the winter the boiler died. Danny Okafor lived in flat nine and Lorraine Pike lived in twenty-two, and neither had a bob between them, but both had a jigsaw of a lighthouse from the church jumble, eight hundred pieces. For a month they passed bits up and down the stairwell in a carrier bag on a length of washing line.

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Then the bag split on the landing and the last piece, the one with the lamp in it, went down the rubbish chute, and that was that. Danny wouldn't give up. He took a cereal box to his kitchen table, traced the gap where the piece should have been, and cut out two pieces instead, one for each of them, pressing the biro so hard the outline came through the card. Lorraine coloured a little heart in the middle of hers with her mum's red felt tip, and Danny did the same, and they sent them back and forth on the washing line like they were working out a sum nobody had taught them.

They didn't fit the lighthouse, of course. Nothing fits a lighthouse that was never there. But when Lorraine pushed her piece against his across the hatch, the edges went together with a click you could hear down the stairs, and the two hearts sat side by side as if they'd been waiting for it. Her mum came out in her dressing gown and said that's not right, that's two pieces off two boxes, and Lorraine said it was right enough.

Forty years on, the lift still sticks at fourteen, and I still keep the pair of them in my handbag, soft as cloth, the outlines gone grey at the corners. So when the lift finally gets its nerve up and carries you down, you mind the gap at the doors, mind it like it's the only thing holding the building together.