Two wrists pressed together showing matching fine line tattoos of the word sisters within an infinity symbol, each with three small birds above.

Matching sisters infinity tattoos on wrists

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are pressed together, each carrying the same tattoo: the word sisters in thin script running through an infinity symbol, with three small bird silhouettes above. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the ink is solid black. The close crop centres both tattoos, with a tiled floor visible in the background.

Fine line Lettering Other Sister Infinity symbol Bird Script Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Ford had been losing oil since Barstow, and Dot kept a tin of it on the back seat like a pet. Neither of us had said the word sisters out loud in three days, not since the motel in Needles where she called me a rotten navigator and I called her a rotten driver, which was both true. Now the road ran straight as a ruled line through the scrub, and a telegraph wire sagged beside it with three starlings sitting on it, fat and unbothered, as if they had been waiting for us to notice.

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We got the tattoos the summer after Mum's funeral, at a parlour above a chip shop in Hastings, and the man with the reading glasses asked whether we wanted them mirrored. Dot said yes before I could. So our wrists faced the same way when we held the wheel, the loop of the infinity sign running out and back again under the bones, the three little birds above it like punctuation. I used to think it was a sentimental mistake. Out here it looked more like a map of somewhere we kept circling.

At the next petrol station the attendant pointed at my wrist and said his nan had the same thing, and Dot laughed so hard she had to sit down on the kerb. I watched the starlings lift off the wire and turn together, one shape then another, and I understood they were not going anywhere in particular, only refusing to be left behind.

We reached the coast on the Thursday. Dot pressed her wrist to the windscreen and said, 'Same again tomorrow?' I said yes. She said, 'Good, because I've decided you're still a rotten navigator.'