Fine line black arrow tattoo on the outer side of a foot near the ankle.

Small arrow tattoo on a foot

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small black arrow with a pointed head and feathered tail sits on the outer side of a bare foot, angled towards the toes. The linework is thin and even, with no visible shading, and the ink is a dark grey-black against the skin. The foot fills most of the frame against a dark blue background, with the tattoo placed low in the lower half of the image.

Fine line Ankle Arrow

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, the fire won't carry your cold shoulders. This is the pass above Hollin Gate, the only road between the two valleys when the snow comes down. Every autumn the shepherds of the upper dale and the millers below sent word the old way, by arrow. A shaft with a strip of red cloth bound behind the head meant the bread was short. Two strips meant the bridge was down. Nobody needed to read anything, which was the point.

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The fletcher's boy in that village was called Tobiah Crane, and he had hands like a man twice his age from pulling bowstrings since he could walk. One November the storm came early, and the only one who could cross to the millers was Maud Ferrier, who had run that pass every winter since she was twelve and thought nothing of it. She took three arrows in her quiver and one in her teeth, which is a foolish way to carry an arrow, and she went up into the white without a lantern.

She reached the far cairn at dusk with the message strapped to her shaft. Then she found the mill gate already open and the millers standing in the yard, staring up at the ridge. They had sent their own arrow the day before. It had come down on the wrong side of the hill, and the two of them had crossed in the cloud without a sound. Maud laughed until she coughed, and the old miller said it was the first honest thing anyone had said in that valley for a year.

So if you ever climb Hollin Gate, keep your arrows straight, and never trust a message you haven't argued with first. Now bank that fire, and let the wind have the rest of the story.