Black and white photo of a fine line tattoo of two hands reaching towards each other on an upper arm, with a dark top in the background.

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Two outlined hands on an upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two open hands in single-weight black outline, one reaching towards the other with the fingers loosely curled. The linework is clean and thin with no shading, and the design is set against plain skin. The black and white photograph is taken close up against a dark background, with the arm filling the centre of the frame.

Fine line Upper arm Hand Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the tray, love, it's hot enough to take the skin off your knuckles, so sit where the oven can keep you honest. Right. You want the story of the Fenwick loaf, and I'll tell it once, the way my gran told it over the bins of rye.

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Before the shop had a sign, there was a boy called Tomas Reed who came up from the coal towns with one boot tied with string. He swept the flour off old Mrs Alder's floor for bread and a bed under the counter. Every dawn she pulled the first batch and held a loaf out across the bench, and every dawn he lifted his hand to take it, and every dawn she drew it back. A loaf given too soon, she said, goes stale in the hand that takes it.

Winter came on hard. The flour ran low and the river froze to the wheel. One morning she found him asleep against the sacks, his palm open on the cold flags, reaching for a crust that wasn't there. She didn't wake him. She set a warm loaf beside his fingers, not quite touching, and went back to the peel.

Years on, when he had the shop and a boy of his own, Tomas still held his hand out at the oven door before the bread was ready, and the boy reached back, near enough, and neither of them ever closed the gap. That's the trick of it, see. The reaching is the bread. Holding is only the crust. Now mind your fingers and take the heel, it's the best bit.