Black and grey traditional tattoo of a heart with a HOPELESS banner, a dagger, two flowers and leaves, on the forearm.

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Traditional heart banner with flowers on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A bold traditional design shows a heart with a banner reading HOPELESS across its centre, a diagonal dagger-like bar passing through the heart, and two five-petalled flowers with a sprig of leaves above and below. The outlines are thick and solid, with smooth grey shading inside the heart and banner. The design is centred on a pale patch of skin against a dark background.

Traditional Forearm Heart Banner Flower Leaves Dagger

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Ashby had painted the banner three times before the innkeeper agreed it said what he wanted. The first had come out as HOPLESS, the second had bled red into the heart, and the third she had finished in the back room with the shutters closed against the wind off Harrow Pass. Now it hung above the door of the Drover's Rest, swinging on an iron hook, and carters on the Kendal road stopped to read it and laughed, which was exactly what Tobias Crane had wanted.

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"Hopeless," he said when she came down for her wages. "Best thing I've bought all year. Nobody argues with a sign that's given up."

She looked past him to the pass. Snow had come early that autumn and the mule trains were stuck at the lower gate. A village boy, Eddie Marr, had gone up on Tuesday after a strayed ewe and not come back. Men had gone after him with lanterns and returned with nothing but frost in their beards.

Her fingers were still smudged with outline ink. She took a brush from her apron pocket, went out into the cold, and climbed the ladder beside the door. Beneath HOPELESS, in letters no bigger than a thumbnail, she painted two words: NOT YET. Then she hung a lantern from the hook and stood there until her feet went numb.

At first light a sheepdog came down the switchbacks, and the boy came behind it, grey with frost and grinning at his own foolishness. The lantern had burned all night, and the words under the banner had caught the sun before anything else on the road did. Crane took the sign down that afternoon, and he never once asked Nell what she had written.