Black outline tattoo of two hands over a solid red circle on the forearm, in a fine line style with flat red fill.

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Two hands over a red sun

Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A photograph of a tattoo showing two open hands drawn in a clean black outline, one reaching across the other. A solid red circle sits behind the hands, filling the space with flat colour and no shading. The tattoo is shown on a bare arm against a plain light background, with the subject's clothing and an event wristband visible at the edge of the frame.

Fine line Forearm Hand Sun Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The queue at Lessbridge had stopped moving an hour before the sun cleared the ridge, so we stood in the cold with our passports held in our fists and watched the glass booth light up one window at a time. Dilys had brought the thermos. I had the envelope Mam pressed into my coat that morning, the one I was told not to open until I was across.

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On the far side of the white line, behind the steel rail at waist height, Tomas was waiting with his hand already raised. He had been there since midnight, he said later, though nobody believed him. The rule was one touch per crossing, no more, and nobody could tell us where the rule came from. So when my turn came I didn't go straight to the booth. I went to the rail and laid my palm against the cold metal, and his hand came over the top of it and folded around mine, the way it did when we were children crossing the frozen pond on our bellies.

The officer in the booth watched the clock, then the sun, which had come through the windscreen low and red. "Papers," she said, not unkindly. I gave them to her. Behind me Dilys shouted something about the thermos, and the officer almost smiled, stamped the page twice and slid it back under the glass.

When I looked over my shoulder from the far side, the sun was sitting on the hill like a coin pressed into wet clay, and two hands were still up in the air where I had left them, one reaching across, one open and waiting, neither quite ready to let go.