Two matching fine line stick figure tattoos of girls holding a string telephone, one on each forearm, with red accents on the cheeks.

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Matching stick figure phone tattoos on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Two side-by-side photographs show a pair of matching tattoos on the inner forearms. Each shows a simple stick figure girl holding a tin can telephone joined by a thin string, one in a polka-dot dress with a bun and the other in a striped dress with a ponytail. The linework is thin and black, with small red touches on the cheeks, and the background is plain skin and clothing.

Fine line Forearm Stick figure Girl String Dress Polka dot Stripe

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mara lived at the top of the orchard, where the plum trees gave way to the stone wall, and her sister Ilse lived at the bottom, by the pond where the herons stood. Between them ran a length of waxed string, strung from a tin can in one kitchen window to a tin can in the other, over four hundred paces of apple and pear. Their mother had done it the summer the well went dry, so the girls could call each other for supper without walking. Mara went up the rows in her spotted dress and Ilse went down them in her striped one, and the string ran between.

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By the end of August the string had become the only thing the girls agreed on. Mara would tell Ilse which apples had dropped in the night, and Ilse would tell her which of the goats had got into the barley. They argued over whether the wasps were worse in the morning or the evening. Nobody else in the valley could hear what they said, and that was the point of it.

The year the frost came early, the string went slack one night and did not tighten. Mara shook the can until her arm ached. In the morning she walked down through the windfalls with the string over her shoulder and found it snapped clean where the wind had worried it against the wall. Ilse was already standing at the far end, holding her own loose end up like a fishing line with nothing on it.

They spent the whole day splicing it with the knots their father had taught them. When the sun went down the can crackled, and Ilse said, "You're late," and Mara said, "The orchard has got bigger since morning," and they both laughed until the goats came down to see what was wrong.