Black and white photo of two clasped hands on a pebble beach, with a small fine line sun tattoo on the back of one hand and a small crescent moon tattoo on the other wrist.

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Small sun and moon tattoos on clasped hands

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are clasped together on a pebble beach, with water and driftwood in the blurred background. A small, simple sun with a ring and short rays sits on the back of one hand, and a thin crescent moon outline sits on the wrist of the other arm. Both tattoos are drawn in black linework with no shading, and the soft monochrome photograph keeps the focus on the small designs.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tide chart was pinned above the kettle in Nell's grandmother's cottage, and every August the two of them argued over it the way other families argued over board games. Nell wanted the sun. Kit wanted the moon. They settled it, as they settled everything that summer, with a pot of Indian ink and a darning needle sterilised over the gas ring.

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Kit drew the sun first, a small ring with short rays, pressed onto the back of Nell's hand while the pebbles clacked under the waves outside. Nell did the moon, a thin curve on the inside of Kit's wrist, and it took three attempts because Kit kept laughing and the ink kept running. "Night shift," Kit said. "Somebody has to keep an eye on you when the lights go out."

The last ferry to Weymouth left on a Tuesday in September. Kit stood at the rail with a rucksack and a cardboard tube of drawings, and waved until the boat was a scratch of light on the grey water. Nell walked the shingle until her boots filled with sand, turning over stones and throwing back the ones that were only stones.

The chart still hangs above the kettle. Nell no longer needs it. When the sun clears the headland she holds her hand flat against the window, and when the moon rises she turns her wrist to the glass, and between the two marks there is exactly the width of one summer, which is, she has decided, enough to be going on with.

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