Small red fine line lightning bolt tattoo on the forearm near the wrist, shown against pale skin and a green background.

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Small red lightning bolt on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A single small lightning bolt is drawn in thin red line work on a pale forearm close to the wrist. The line is even and simple, with no shading or fill. The bolt sits off-centre in the frame, and a green patterned surface shows at the right edge.

Fine line Forearm Lightning bolt

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The thunder had been walking over the hill for three days when Maud Tennant sent word to the miller that the wedding would go ahead under the old oak regardless. Her intended, Joss Harrow, had a habit of saying the weather would mind its manners for a wedding, and the village had decided, out of pity, to believe him.

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On the morning itself the sky was the colour of wet slate and the bell-ringer's rope kept slipping through his hands. Maud sat on the stone wall with her mother's brooch in her lap and watched the lane. A boy came running with a sack. Inside was a hare, a loaf and a letter from the cunning woman at the crossroads, who had never once in forty years been known to spell anything correctly. It said only: mind the bolt, it goes where the iron is.

Maud took the pin from the brooch and pressed it hard into the soft skin of her wrist, twice, until a red zig-zag stood there like a crack in a cup. She did it without flinching, because she had learned that a thing marked on the body is harder to take away than a thing promised with the mouth. Then she walked down the lane in her thin white dress with the storm on her heels.

The lightning struck the oak at the moment Joss said I will. The tree split clean down its middle, and the iron ring he had pushed onto her finger sang once and went cold. Maud laughed, and the sound was so bright that the whole village turned to look at her. Her wrist still hummed. Some marriages begin with a warning, and hers, the old woman used to say, had simply been written on the arm where it could be read.