Colour traditional-style tattoo on a forearm of a cartoon woman with round glasses and long brown hair, wearing a green jacket and holding a skull inside a circle.

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Cartoon woman holding a skull on a forearm

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A bold outlined cartoon woman with round glasses, long brown hair and a green jacket holds a white skull up beside her face. The figure sits inside a circular frame with a pale backdrop. Flat fills of green, orange, brown and white sit within thick black linework, and the design is centred on the outer forearm against a blurred background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody on the fourteenth floor of Harrow Point could say when Maud Pennick first started carrying the skull. Some said it came from the anatomy room at the old grammar school, others that she pulled it out of a skip behind the launderette. She held it up at the lift doors the way other women held up their shopping lists, peering over the top of her round spectacles as if the skull were a difficult customer.

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The lift was the trouble. It stuck between floors most Tuesdays, and when it did the whole block heard the cables groan and then the thump of someone leaning on the emergency button. Maud would be stuck with the post boy, the man from the gas board and a pram that belonged to nobody. She set the skull on the rail and talked to it in a low voice about the weather. Within the hour the lift would hum and carry on, as if it had been shamed into it.

Then the council sent a letter saying Harrow Point was to come down in the spring. Residents shouted at councillors and signed petitions that went nowhere. Maud read the letter in the bin store, folded it into quarters, and said to the skull, "Well, they never did ask you." The skull grinned its usual grin.

On the last Tuesday the lift stuck again, and this time nobody pressed the button. They stood in the dark and listened to Maud tell the skull about each flat in turn: who had a cough, who had a brother in Leeds, who played the radio too loud. When the doors finally opened on the ground floor, the whole block was already on the stairs behind her, saying goodbye to the skull as they went.

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