Solid black Wi-Fi symbol with a heart at its base, tattooed on the inner wrist and forearm.

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Wi-Fi symbol with heart on a wrist

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black Wi-Fi signal icon with three curved bars sits above a filled heart, tattooed on the inner wrist. The ink is dense and even with crisp edges and no shading, and the design is shown in black only. The skin fills the frame with a dark sleeve at the left edge, and the tattoo is centred in a square crop.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the third step, it's loose, same as my knees. Now, where was I? Ah yes, the winter the signal came in over the Skerry. You'll not know the Skerry, nobody sails it now, but my Aunt Morag kept the light there, and she had a wireless set in the cupboard under the stair, brown as a conker, with a dial like a clock face that never told the right hour.

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Every night at ten the set crackled and gave her the same thing: three swells of hiss, each one shorter than the last, and beneath them a single steady pulse, like a knuckle knocking on a door. Morag wrote it in the log under the tide times. She reckoned it was a trawler lost in the murk, so she climbed the tower and swung the lamp south, three long sweeps and a pause, the way the manual said to call a ship home.

Nothing answered for a fortnight. Then, on a night with no wind at all, the pulse came back stronger, and with it a voice so faint it might have been the sea talking in its sleep. Are you still there, it said. Morag said she was, out loud, to nobody but the kettle. The voice belonged to a girl on the harbour wall at Brae, who sent that signal every night to her man out on the far banks, and he'd promised to answer it with a light when he was headed home.

So Morag went back up the tower. She swung the beam round in three arcs, then dipped the shutter twice so the dark fell in the shape of a heart over the black water. The boat came in on it that Friday, and the girl was waving before the hull touched the wall. And that, bairn, is why the Skerry light still sweeps the way it does, though the automatic box in the tower doesn't know why, and nor does the council.