Black and white photo of a small, simple fine line peace sign tattoo on the upper arm of a woman in a white knitted crop top.

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Small peace sign tattoo on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small peace sign in a thin black outline sits on the upper arm, below the shoulder. The linework is clean and even, with no shading, and the photograph is in black and white. The composition is cropped below the face and above the waist, with the wearer's long hair and white knitted top filling most of the frame.

Fine line Upper arm Peace sign Symbol Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Past the mill at Harrow Lode there was an orchard that two families had fought over for three summers, and every autumn the windfalls rotted under the wall because nobody would carry them through the other's gate. Old Maud Tennant kept the bees on the east side. Her cousin Edwin kept the pears on the west. They had not spoken since the spring their father died and the boundary stone went missing.

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In the last week of August, when the apples were heavy enough to bend the lower boughs, a wasp got into Maud's hive and stung her hand, and she sat on the wall swearing, unable to lift a frame. Edwin heard her from the pear rows. He did not come over. He came back with a jug of cold tea and a stick of chalk, and he drew on the flat top of the wall a circle, and inside the circle three lines running down from its heart like the roots of a tree turned upside down.

"What's that supposed to be?" Maud said.

"The boundary," said Edwin. "Where it was before the stone went."

She looked at it a long time. Then she took the chalk, found the place where her own line met his, and drew a short mark through it, so the lines pointed outward as if the three of them were walking away from the centre together.

By Michaelmas the stone was back in the wall, nobody could say who had dug it up, and the windfalls went through the gate in both directions. Maud said afterwards that the chalk had washed off in the first rain, but she was the one who gave the bees to Edwin's boys to mind, and the wall kept the mark as a pale ring that never quite faded.