Two small black fine line tattoos on wrists held together, a cross on one wrist and a circle on the other.

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Small cross and circle on wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are held together against a kitchen background, with a small cross tattoo on one and a small circle tattoo on the other. Both designs are drawn with thin, even black linework and no shading. The tattoos are placed near the centre of each wrist and sit apart from one another, with the rest of the skin and the blurred background left plain.

Fine line Forearm Cross Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the sawdust, it gets in the tea, and don't look at the lion, he's sulking since Doncaster. Now the Halloran girls had one act between them that was worth the price of the canvas. Bea walked the high wire along a crossbar of ash, bolted at the centre of the rigging like a cross on a church roof, and Nell waited below with a steel hoop no wider than a cartwheel. Every night at the second bell Nell threw it up and Bea caught it on her wrist and spun it down the wire, and the back rows always swore they heard the hoop sing.

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The trouble came the autumn the council wouldn't let us pitch on the Common. Mr Dunstable sold the big top to two brothers from Wakefield who had a dancing bear and no interest in anybody's wrists. The crossbar went for firewood by the gate. Nell kept the hoop, because she said a circle was the one shape the rain couldn't argue with, and Bea pocketed a splinter of the old ash and carried it in her coat all the way north.

On the last night the sky came down over the fairground like wet felt and the lamps guttered one by one. Bea climbed without a net, and Nell stood under the wire with the hoop held up in both hands, and the two of them did the old trick one final time. Bea dropped, Nell caught her by the wrist, and they swung round through the ring with nothing between them but the rain and the sound of the hoop singing.

So when the brothers' bear came through Lincoln the next spring, the stallholders say the two girls were already gone, though nobody saw them leave. Only the ring was left hanging on a nail by the gate, and the splinter was found in a coat pocket, and both were still warm from the hand that had held them.