Small fine line black cross tattoo on the side of a finger, on a hand with red painted nails.

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Small cross tattoo on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a hand with glossy red nails, showing a small black cross tattooed on the side of one finger. The cross has thin, even linework with no visible shading, set against a softly blurred background of a laptop and denim fabric. The palette is mostly skin tones and red nails, with the black ink as the only tattoo colour.

Fine line Hand Cross Finger Nail Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth had written the gate code on the back of her hand in biro on Tuesday, but by Thursday night the letters had smeared into the creases, and all she could make out was the small cross she'd drawn after them as a reminder. The wind came off the top field with sleet in it, and the lambing shed lamp buzzed above the straw.

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Her father had kept the ledger in pencil, every ewe's number and the date she'd dropped her lambs, and beside the bad births he had put a cross in the margin. Ruth had thought it morbid when she was twelve. Now she sat on an upturned bucket with a ewe straining between her knees, easing the first lamb forward with a gloved hand, and counted the crosses down the page: eleven this winter, four of them lost.

The second lamb came slick and still. Ruth rubbed its ribs with a fistful of straw until it coughed and shook its head. She wrote the number in the ledger, then looked at the margin for a long moment before making a plain tick, and then, after a while, a second one.

Outside, Tom's torch swung across the yard as he came back from the bottom gate, the one he'd chained shut the way her father always did. "Gate's locked," he said, stamping snow off his boots. Ruth spat on her thumb and rubbed at the knuckle, and the cross smudged into a grey blur. In the straw the lamb was already finding its feet.