Two matching fine line colour tattoos of stick figure girls holding a tin can phone on the inner forearms.

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Matching stick figure tin can phone tattoos

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two small matching tattoos sit on the inner forearms, each showing a stick figure girl in a long dress holding a tin can, joined by a thin straight line of string. The linework is thin and dark, with the blue dress on the left and the pink dress on the right filled in with flat colour, and small pink marks on the faces. The photo is taken close up and straight on, with both arms filling the frame against a dark background.

Fine line Forearm Stick figure String Dress Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every morning before the ovens were lit, Hanne climbed the stile above the mill and tied the end of the string to the lichened post. The string ran down the valley, over the beck and the sheep wall, and ended at the back door of the bakery in Thornwick, where her cousin Ada was already kneading. Nobody in the village thought much of it. Two girls with tin cans and a length of twine was the sort of thing children did, and they had been children once.

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But Hanne was not a child any longer, and neither was Ada, and the twine had grown grey with weather. Each dawn they spoke through it before the bread went in. Ada told her about the flour prices and the baker's temper. Hanne told her which ewe had strayed and what the frost had done to the bracken. Their voices came up thin and tinny, as if from the bottom of a well, but they never once missed a morning.

The winter the snow came early, the string went slack and then silent. Hanne climbed the stile in the dark and called until her throat hurt. Nothing came back but the wind in the wire. She walked down the valley with the can in her coat pocket, and when she reached the bakery the shutters were still closed and no smell of bread was coming out of it.

Ada was at the bench, flour to her elbows, the string coiled on the sill beside her. She had been cutting the knot free, she said, because the frost had caught it. She held up the can and grinned. "I thought you might walk down and see if I had died." Hanne laughed so hard she had to sit on a flour sack, and the first loaves went into the oven that morning as the sun came over the fells.