Black and grey fine line anchor tattoo on the inner wrist, partly above the cuff of a knitted grey sleeve.

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Small anchor tattoo on the wrist

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A small anchor with a ring at the top and curved flukes is inked in thin, dark black linework on the inner wrist. The skin is photographed in soft black and white, with the cuff of a ribbed knitted sleeve filling the lower part of the frame. The tattoo sits near the centre of the image, with a plain, uncluttered background.

Fine line Other Anchor

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You learn the sea is gone the way you learn a debt, slowly and then all at once. Queen Ysolde had the harbour at Carrow walled off in the year the salt wells dried, and by the time you were old enough to hold a hammer the nearest water lay three days east, behind the iron gates of the reservoir where the tax-men kept their keys.

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Your grandmother, the last anchor-smith in Carrow, taught you to forge in a cold forge with no coal to spare. She made you hammer one thing only: a small anchor no longer than a thumb, with a ring at its crown and flukes curled like a sleeper's fingers. "Nobody wants a ship's anchor in a kingdom with no ships," she said. "They want a thing they can keep close."

When she died, you carried the little anchor across the border sewn into the lining of your coat, past customs men who searched for maps and never thought to search for trinkets. At the reservoir gate you found the keeper asleep over his ledger, and you pressed the anchor's ring to the lock. It turned, as though it had only been waiting for someone to ask nicely.

The water came out slow and brown, then clear, then cold enough to ache. You stood in it to your knees while the whole town came down the hill to watch the sea return. You let the anchor go. Somewhere under the grey water it found the bottom and lay still, which is all an anchor was ever for.