Black and white photo of a small fine line infinity symbol tattoo on a woman's chest, beside a low-cut textured top.

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Small infinity symbol on the chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A small infinity symbol is tattooed on the upper chest, drawn in a thin dark outline with a neat, even line weight. The subject wears a low-cut top with a snakeskin-style texture, and no face is visible. The image is in black and white, with soft lighting on the skin and the tattoo sitting near the centre of the frame.

Fine line Chest Infinity symbol Infinity

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, the lamp's guttering, and you'll not hear me twice, so listen now. My father worked the Wheal Clara bottom for forty-one years, and he never once came up the same way he went down. Every shift the cage took him to the fourth level, then along the drift to where the lode bent back on itself like a cat chasing its tail, and he'd walk that loop with a candle in his cap and a hammer on his belt until the bell told him to stop.

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Old Tregenza, the captain, swore the loop had no end. He'd put a chalk mark on the wall where the drift turned, and a week later the mark was there again on the far side, sitting over the same shape, as if the rock had turned round to look at itself. Men went in to find the end of the lode and came back with nothing but tallow on their sleeves and a story about a lamp that kept pace with them.

So one winter my father took a stub of chalk and did not mark the wall with a cross, as the men did, but drew the sideways eight, the figure that means forever to anyone who learned their letters from a slate. He walked the loop with his palm on the wet stone, following his chalk round and round, and on the third turn he understood that the lode was no road at all but a way of keeping a man busy while the mine decided what to do with him. He stopped, sat down on the step, and waited for the bell. It rang at the usual hour. He climbed the shaft, washed his face at the pump, and when the captain asked him where he'd been, he said, round, and it was the truest thing I ever heard him say.