Fine line black tattoo of two arrows with feathered tails running down the inner forearm near the wrist, with a thin silver bracelet worn below it.

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Two arrows tattoo on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a hand and forearm showing a small tattoo of two thin arrows, each with feathered fletching at the top and an arrowhead at the bottom. The linework is delicate and dark with little or no shading. The plain grey background and white top keep the focus on the tattoo and wrist, with a silver bracelet just below it.

Fine line Forearm Arrow Feather Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The feathers had to come from the left wing, Wat Tolland insisted, because a right-wing feather curls the wrong way and sends an arrow wandering. He said it to the girl every morning while the glue pot ticked on the stove and the goose quills lay in their sorted heap by the window. Edie, who was nine and had no patience for rules she couldn't see the sense in, sorted them anyway.

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The shoot at Wrenfield was three days off. The reeve had promised a silver penny to whoever split a willow butt at sixty paces, and Wat had never won anything in his life but a sore thumb. He worked the shafts down with a spokeshave until the wood went pale and smooth, cut the nocks with a fine saw, bound the fletching with waxed thread and set each feather with the tip of his thumbnail. Two arrows, matched as twins. Only one of them would be shot.

On the last night Edie asked which arrow was for the reeve. Wat said neither was. He meant the second for the beam above the hearth, where the old yew bow hung gathering smoke, so the pair could keep each other company. She pointed out that an arrow on a beam was no use to anybody. He agreed with her, and then he took down the bow.

At Wrenfield his first shot dropped into the mud a yard short of the straw. The second flew true and split the centre ring. The reeve paid over the penny without a word, and Wat pressed it into Edie's palm. Back home, the arrows went up on the beam, one pointing at the rafters and one pointing at the floor, which she decided was exactly right.