Two matching yin yang tattoos on the wrists of two people holding hands, one outlined in black with a skin-toned fill and one solid black, in a fine line style.

Matching yin yang wrist tattoos

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are pressed together, each carrying one half of a yin yang symbol with a small dot of negative space. The left tattoo is a thin black outline with a skin-toned fill and a dark dot, while the right is a solid black shape with a white dot. The plain background and soft lighting keep the focus on the matching designs.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lightning had split the old beech at Hollin Gap straight down its spine, and by the time Tess and I got there with the handcart, the rain had already washed both faces of it clean. One half was pale as bread. The other had gone the colour of the burner's pit, where my great-uncle Ansel had spent three summers coaxing charcoal out of the woodland floor.

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"Mine," Tess said, and sat down on the pale half as though it were a bench. I told her the dark half was obviously mine, since I was the one who had found the strip of bark that curled round the crack like a hooked blade. We argued until the light went thin and grey over the stile, and neither of us would give up the heavier end. In the end we rolled both halves down the lane to the village, where Mr Pryor the wheelwright said he would plane them flat if we stopped shouting at his hens.

It was months before I understood what he had meant by it. He cut two discs from the trunk's heart, one from each half, and burned a single hairline curve into each, a bead of dark wood and a bead of light. Tess took the pale one for her kitchen wall. I took the dark one to my window, and when the afternoon sun came through the gap in the hedge, it lit the small white dot on her disc and left mine in shadow.

Last spring she came up the lane with her sleeves pushed back, and we pressed our wrists together over the stile the way children do when they swear something they intend to keep. Neither of us has ever been able to say which half is the better one, and I have stopped trying to decide.