Two small black fine line semicolon tattoos on the inner wrists of two people, one with a heart-shaped dot.

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Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two small semicolon tattoos sit on the inner wrists of two people, one on each arm, shown with their palms partly turned up. The left semicolon has a heart-shaped dot, while the right is a simple solid dot above a comma. The linework is thin and solid black, with no visible shading, and the composition is a close, slightly angled view of both wrists.

Fine line Other Semicolon Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The notice on platform two had been wrong since March, and Maureen would not let me take it down. It read PLATFORM CLOSED in capitals gone soft at the edges. Anyone could see the rails still shone and the bench still had its brass plate, and the station cat still slept in the lamp room as if the line had never stopped. 'A full stop is a door you slam,' Maureen said, rubbing at the card with the edge of an old ticket. 'We are not slamming anything. Fetch me the marker.'

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I brought it from the drawer under the ticket machine, the one with its cap chewed flat. She drew a small dot above a comma, neat as a bird's footprint, then looked at me over her half-moon glasses until I understood. The sentence was not finished. It was only resting. Her husband had worked the signal box for thirty-one years and used to say that the best news on the railway always came with a pause before the next word, because the next word had to be earned.

That afternoon we walked the length of the platform while a goods train rattled through without stopping. The wind lifted the corner of the notice and let it fall again. Maureen said the line had only paused for breath, and she said it the way she said everything, as though she had already checked the timetable and found it in our favour.

The next morning the card had changed. She had given the dot a heart, a tiny red one she must have borrowed from the children's colouring box, and beneath it she had written, in her looping hand, that the 8.14 would stop here again. I read it twice, then took the marker and waited for the first passenger to ask me what came next.