Two fine line black key tattoos with heart-shaped bows on the inner wrists, one smaller than the other, photographed side by side.

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Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two small black key designs with heart-shaped bows sit on the inner wrists, one slightly smaller than the other. The linework is thin and even, with solid black fill on the key shafts and teeth and no shading. The photo is taken indoors against a dark background, with the skin tones and black ink clearly visible.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Listen, because the rain is running off the awnings and I will not say this twice. Old Mrs Dunmore had a stall under the iron roof at Saltergate market, where the gutters sang all winter, and she cut keys for anyone who came with a lost one in their pocket. One wet Thursday a girl came in with a brass key and no door to go with it. She said her mother had left it on the mantel with a note that read only: for when you are ready to go home.

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Mrs Dunmore turned the key over under the lamp. The bow was worn into a little heart, the way old keys are when hands have held them a long time. She took a fresh blank from the drawer, clamped it in the vice, and filed two keys from the one shape, the second smaller, so that the teeth would match and neither could open the other's lock. The girl asked why she needed two. The old woman said a single key is a promise made by one person, and a pair is a promise made by two people who have agreed to keep the same door.

The filing took until the lamps came on. Water dripped from the awning onto the bench and the girl counted the drips out loud. When the keys were done Mrs Dunmore hung both on a loop of red thread and handed over the smaller one, and the girl laughed because it was warm from the file.

Here is the end of it. The girl went home that night, and the bigger key stayed in her mother's coat pocket for the rest of the winter, and every morning the two of them pressed their wrists together under the kitchen light to check the teeth were still the same. They always were.