Several small outlined heart tattoos in black ink on wrists, with arms joined together in a star shape against a dark background.

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Small heart tattoos on wrists

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Several arms meet at the centre of the frame with their hands clasped together, forming a star shape. Each visible wrist carries a small, simple heart drawn in thin black outline with no shading. The soft-focus background is dark and the skin tones are warm, so the ink stands out clearly.

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The generator coughed twice and died, and the Waltzer went black with a shriek of metal. Nell stood at the gate of Dorrington's Travelling Fair with a torch that wouldn't light, counting heads by feel. Four of them had gone round the back to strip the lorries before the rain. Four wrists, four hearts. She had drawn them herself at the start of the season with a biro, a dare after a bad Tuesday in Margate, each heart no bigger than a ticket stub.

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She heard Tomasz first, swearing in Polish at a tent peg. Then Ruth's laugh, too loud, which meant she had been drinking the cider she was supposed to be saving. Nell went towards the voices with her hands out in front of her and found a wrist, then another. Ink was the only thing that made sense in the dark. She pressed her thumb to each small heart and felt the ridge where the biro had been gone over twice.

They locked hands in the mud beside the generator van, four arms crossing until they made a star, fingers knotted at the centre. Nobody said anything daft. Ruth said the lights would be back by ten. Tomasz said they wouldn't. Nell held on and counted the pulses against her thumb, the same trick she had used on her little brother when he was small and frightened of thunder.

When the power came back at quarter past ten, the fair blazed up all at once and they blinked in the glare like moles. Nobody let go straight away. Then Ruth pulled her hand free to check the biro, and it had smudged a little, and Nell decided that was fair enough. Ink fades. You redraw it every season, and by the end of the summer you have stopped needing to check.

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