Fine line black tattoo of a small curved stroke on the side of a finger, shown in a close-up photo.

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Small curved line on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A close-up photograph of a single small tattoo on the side of a finger, showing a thin black curved stroke with a hook at its lower end. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the ink is a soft grey-black against the skin. The background is a plain pale surface, and the tattoo sits near the centre-left of the frame with the neighbouring fingers softly out of focus.

Fine line Hand Curve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sports hall at Hollins Road still smelt of floor polish and orange squash, and Margaret Eccles stood by the trestle table with the name badges, watching men in tight blazers hunt for themselves on the list. She had kept the old register in a biscuit tin for thirty years. It was in her handbag now, along with a fountain pen that still wrote when it wanted to.

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Gary Tulloch found her before she found him. He was heavier and greyer, and when he took her hand she noticed a small black stroke inked on his finger, a single line that dropped and then hooked back at the bottom like a line caught on a snag. "Still the J," he said. "You told us the J had to come back for its tea." She had said that to forty-odd children a year. Most of them had forgotten it. This one had kept it.

In the tin, under the tin lid, his page from 1987 was soft at the corners. His first capitals were wobbling things, the J leaning like a drunk against the margin, and beside them she had written in red biro, Better, Gary, but still hooked the wrong way. She had been wrong about that, she realised. The hook had never been a mistake. It was just the part of the letter that refused to be finished in a hurry.

She uncapped the pen and wrote the date beneath his name in the reunion book. The nib dragged, as it always did on the second line, and at the end of the stroke she let the curl run off the edge of the paper and into the blotter, where the ink soaked a little into the wood.