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Turtle, rabbit and arrow on the hand
Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo
A small turtle sits above a rabbit on the back of a clenched hand, with a thin curved double-headed arrow running between them. The tattoos are drawn in single-weight black outlines with no shading, and a solid black band encircles one finger. The ink is black only, and the motifs sit against plain skin with the knuckles and fingers filling the frame.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The hare had long since stopped racing. Out past the last working well at Scarrow Flat, where the dunes had swallowed the old rail lines, he sat on a fence post and watched the tortoise climb the slope with a bundle of copper wire strapped to her back. It was the ninth summer since she had set out from the coast to find him, because the bargain they made beside the bell tower had been plain: whoever reached the other first would owe the other one true answer.
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She had not come to win anything. The arrow they had scratched into the mud at the crossing pointed both ways, and the elders said that was the only honest map, since a road that only goes out has no way home. The hare had gone east to the glass cities to learn how to mend the sky-gates, and the tortoise had gone west with her shell full of seeds, planting as she walked, so that every hundred paces a green thread sprang up behind her.
When she reached him she asked her question first. Did he still wear the iron ring she had soldered for him from a broken hinge? He showed her the black band he had never taken off, worn smooth at the edges. 'Then you owe me an answer,' she said. 'Which of us was faster?' The hare thought of the years he had spent sprinting between gates that closed behind him, and he told her the truth. 'You were,' he said. 'You kept coming back.'
They walked home together along the line of the arrow, slow as the seeds, and by the time the first green thread reached the wells, the hare had sat down in the grass to let her catch up.
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