Fine line black cross tattoo on the back of a hand, with a silver twisted ring on the middle finger.

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Small cross tattoo on the back of a hand

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small, thin black cross is set on the back of a pale hand, between the knuckles and the wrist. The linework is crisp and even, with no shading, and the cross sits against a dark grey background. The image is a close, softly lit shot with the hand posed on the right side of the frame.

Fine line Hand Cross Hand Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferryman at Sallow Ford never asked for coin from anyone carrying a cross, though he would not say why. Ada Penrose came down the towpath one wet March with a sack of eels and a boy of nine trailing behind her, and she asked him straight whether the barge was going over before the flood. He said it was. She said her brother was on the far bank with the cart and the mare, and would he wait.

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He waited. The water rose brown over the stepping stones and the boy counted the rings of foam on the rope until he fell asleep against the sack. When the mare finally came down the slope, lame in one foreleg, Ada was already crossing her palm with a thin silver ring she had worked off her own finger, and she told the ferryman to keep it against the price of the crossing. He held it up to the lantern and saw a shape scratched inside the band, a mark like a stake with a bar across it, the sort the Penrose women had always cut into the things they meant to pay back.

They crossed slowly in the dark, the barge groaning on its chain. Halfway over, the ferryman lifted the lantern to see the far bank better and the light fell on the back of Ada's hand where it rested on the rail. A small black mark sat there, straight and plain, as if drawn with a single stroke of a fine pen.

He took them to shore and asked no further questions. Years later, when the new bridge went up at Sallow Ford and the barge was broken for firewood, the ring was still in his waistcoat pocket, and he never did find anyone who could tell him what the mark had been meant to pay for.