Small solid black heart tattoo on the thumb of an open palm held up towards the camera, against a dark patterned background.

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Tiny black heart on thumb

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A raised palm faces the camera, with a very small solid black heart tattooed on the side of the thumb near its base. The heart is filled in with black ink and has crisp edges, set against pale skin and a grey sleeve at the wrist. The background is a dark, busy patterned fabric, and the tattoo is the only point of colour-neutral detail in the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ink pad in the back office of the Hessle register has dried to a grey crust, so you spend the ten minutes before the ceremony working a drop of oil into it with a cotton bud, muttering at the cupboard where the good stamps are kept. Mrs Abernethy finds you there in her hat, the one with the pheasant feather, and asks whether the couple will have their certificates on time. You tell her yes. You are still not sure it is true.

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The witnesses arrive in a rush of wet umbrellas. Mr Pell, who has signed his name in the same fountain pen since the Coronation, wants his thumb inked too, for reasons he will not explain. You pull the little rubber heart from the drawer, the one the office keeps for luck and mostly uses on birthday cards, and you press it onto the pad, then onto the margin of the register beside his signature. It comes out crooked and too dark, a clot of black with a notch at the top.

He looks at it for a long moment. Then he tells you that his wife stamped his thumb the same way on the morning they married in 1961, because she said a man who could not be trusted to keep a promise should at least leave a mark of it. He says she has been dead nine years. You say you are sorry, and he says not to be, that the mark has held up better than most of his promises.

Afterwards you wipe the stamp with a tissue and put it back in the drawer, under the pencils. The register will sit in the archive for a hundred years with a black heart in its margin that nobody will be able to explain, and somewhere a clerk not yet born will lift the page to the light and wonder who was so sure.