Fine line black ink tattoo of two overlapping hearts with the word sisters on the inner wrists of two people, shown side by side.

Matching sisters heart tattoos on wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two matching tattoos sit on the inner wrists of two people, each showing two overlapping outlined hearts with the word sisters written in a thin script below. The linework is fine and uniform in black ink with no shading or added colour. The arms are placed side by side against a plain background, so both designs are shown clearly.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down and stop picking at that biscuit, you'll have the lot of it off the tray. Aye, the pair of them. Nell and Maud Pottinger, from the back streets above the Hull docks, and they were never once apart in their lives, not even in the womb, the midwife said, for they came out with one hand holding the other's.

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Their mother ran the galley on the Mary Ellen, a collier that went up and down to Newcastle with coal, and she took them aboard every summer because there was no one to mind them ashore. They scrubbed potatoes in the tin sink and carved their initials into the bread board until the cook threw it over the side in a temper. Maud could read the sea by its colour. Nell could count the rivets on any hull just by looking at it. Between them they always knew where the fog was coming from.

The winter Maud took the fever, Nell sat by her bunk three nights running with a pencil, drawing on the back of a tide table. Two hearts, one overlapping the other, and under them the word sisters in a script so thin the mate swore it would wash off in the first sea. Nell pricked it into both their wrists with a sailmaker's needle and a bottle of ink, and Maud, grey as tallow, laughed at her for making such a mess of it.

It never washed off. Maud lived to ninety-one and kept the kitchen of a fish café in Whitby. When they laid her out, Nell had gone before her, and I was the one who wiped the ink off the galley table where the two of them had sat. Mind your cup, now.

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