Small black ink tattoo of a solid heart beside an outlined heart inside a curved arc, placed on the forearm.

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Solid and outlined hearts on a forearm

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a solid black heart sits above an outlined heart nested within a curved arc, all in black ink on pale skin. The lines are smooth and even, with the solid heart shaded fully and the outlined heart left open. The tattoo is centred in a close, slightly angled shot against a soft blurred background.

Forearm Heart Arc

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wax was still soft when Lysias brought the ring back to me, and I could see from his face that the customer had not been pleased. "She says the heart is too heavy," he said. "She wants it lighter, like the one her mother wore."

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I took the ring to the lamp in my workshop by the harbour at Alexandria and turned it slowly. The stone was a dark carnelian, cut with a solid heart that would press deep into wax and leave a clean shape. Beside it, on the same bezel, I had scored a second heart, only its outline cut into the stone, so that the impression would show it open and empty. The two were meant to speak to each other. I had spent three evenings on the curve that cradled them both.

"Tell her I will cut it again," I said, "but she must bring me her mother's ring first, so I can see what lightness means to her."

Lysias returned two days later with nothing but a folded linen cloth. Inside lay a small bronze seal, worn smooth, its heart nearly rubbed away by years of use. I held it against my own carnelian and understood at once. The solid heart was the mother's, the one who had been certain of things. The hollow heart was the daughter's, waiting to be filled.

I cut the stone that night, lighter by a hair's breadth, and sent it on with a note saying only that the impression would be clearer now. Years later I heard it still sealed the letters from the house on the hill, and I never once asked whose hand had pressed it.