Small heart tattoo on upper back
Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo
A woman is photographed from behind, showing her upper back and shoulder through a black strappy swimsuit. A very small heart outline sits on the upper back near the shoulder blade, drawn with thin, fine linework. The monochrome photograph has a soft, blurred background and does not show the face.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The rope-walk at Scarsby shut the winter the herring left the bay, but Tobias Vane kept one spool of tarred cord too fine for any net. His granddaughter Ivy found it under the stairs and asked what it was for. He told her it was for holding a heart together when the weather turned, then went back to mending his boots.
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She took it down to the harbour wall the next morning and began crossing it over the iron railing, diagonal over diagonal, until the rails looked like the lacing on a fishing smack. Gulls landed and considered it. Mrs Alder from the chandlery stopped with her basket and said Ivy would have the whole harbour trussed up by Whitsun. Ivy said nothing. She was waiting for the Maudlin to come in from the north, the boat her grandfather had sold the year her mother went out on the tide and did not come back.
The Maudlin came in on the evening flood with an empty hold and a net heavy as a church bell. Her skipper, Dan Reeve, hauled it over the rail, and out tumbled a small brass heart, dull green with the sea, its hinge still working. Inside was a curl of paper with two names pencilled on it, Tobias and Marian. Tobias had thrown it into the bay the day Marian was buried, afraid he would keep it and never be able to let go.
Ivy carried it up the hill without a word. Her grandfather looked at it a long time, then took the cord from her and tied the heart to the first crossing on the railing, where the lattice held it fast against the wind. Every evening after, he walked down to check the knots, and every evening the little brass heart knocked softly against the iron, keeping time with the tide.
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