Black silhouette tattoos of Alice, a white rabbit, a top hat, a teacup and a small heart on skin behind the ear, shown in a circular collage.

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Alice in Wonderland silhouettes on the neck

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

Five small black silhouette tattoos sit on a circle of skin: Alice, a white rabbit, a top hat, a teacup and a small heart. The solid black shapes have crisp edges and no shading or interior detail. The skin circle is set against a black and white photo of an ear with piercings and a mint background, all framed by a thin white circle.

Neck Alice Rabbit Top hat Teacup Heart Silhouette Alice in wonderland

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mother had the teapot out before the last lodger's luggage reached the top landing, and by a quarter past five the back parlour at Brindle House smelt of scorched toast and wet wool. "Sit where you like, Mr Pell," she said to the new man from Leeds, "only not the chair by the hatbox. That one's spoken for."

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Nobody ever asked who it was spoken for. The hatbox was empty, the chair was dusty, and the clock above the mantel had said twenty to six since the year the sea came over the promenade. I was the one who wound it on Sundays, which was my only real job, and I was never allowed to touch the hands. "Half past five is when the hurry starts," Mother said. "You don't rush the hurry, Lily."

On the last Thursday of August, a little girl in a blue pinafore walked up from the pier on her own and sat down in that chair as if she had been expected. She asked for a cup of tea with plenty of sugar and no milk. Mother went white and sent me to pour. The girl said the tea was too strong and the cups were too small, then laughed and asked whether we had any cake. We had, and she ate every crumb, and when the clock finally struck six she was gone. All that was left was a sugar cube on the saucer and a small heart drawn in the dust on the lid of the hatbox.

Mother never mentioned her again, but she stopped dusting that chair. I still keep the sugar cube in my drawer. Some evenings I wind the clock an hour forward and sit in the parlour with the kettle on, waiting for someone to come in late.