Black and grey shaded tattoo of two little fingers linked in a pinky promise, with the words PINKY PROMISE in outlined lettering with red accents, on a forearm.

Pinky promise hands on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows two hands with little fingers hooked together, rendered in smooth grey shading with highlights on the knuckles and fingers. The words PINKY PROMISE are set in outlined capitals arranged above and below the hands, with red accents on the lettering. The forearm fills the frame, with part of another tattoo visible in green and yellow at the top right and dark linework at the bottom left.

Lettering Realism Forearm Hand Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The red cord had gone grey by the time Tamsin's brother came back down the hill road, but the knot her fingers had tied in it was still sharp. She stood at the gate of the salt house with a bucket on her hip and watched him come. She did not put the bucket down, because her mother had taught her that a promise made with the hands full was the only kind worth keeping.

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Two summers before, at the well below the barrows, Oren had hooked his little finger round hers and sworn he would not go down to the sea towns to sign on with the grain boats. He swore it the way children swear, with the whole body, and then he went anyway, in the first dry autumn, when the goats died and the debts came knocking. Every measure of salt she carried to market that winter, she carried with his promise in her mouth like a stone she could not spit out.

He was thinner than the road had been, and his boots were not his own. He did not speak. He only lifted his right hand and crooked the smallest finger, the way he had at the well, and waited.

She set the bucket down then. The salt slid over the lip and spread white across the rutted road between them, a long pale line that neither of them stepped over. She reached through the gate and hooked her finger round his, and it was warm, and it was real, and it was not the same finger she had sworn beside. "You broke it," she said. "I did," said Oren, "and I walked back every mile of it."