Two black outline tattoos of cracked eggs with lettering sit on the palms of a pair of hands, shown in a simple line style.

Cracked egg tattoos on both palms

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are shown palm up and facing the camera, each with a black outline of a cracked egg containing lettering. The linework is bold and uniform with no shading, and the image is in black ink only. Rings are worn on the fingers, a tartan sleeve is visible on the left and a black leather sleeve on the right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hail came off the moor at half past six, and by seven Gordon Pratt had a crate of sixty eggs cracked like old plates and a stall directly opposite Maud Sheard's, who had come through the storm with every egg intact and was not shy about saying so. Market day in Hebden Bridge had never been kind to either of them. For thirty years they had sold eggs across the cobbles, his speckled brown, hers white as a vicar's collar, and for thirty years neither had offered the other so much as a lend of string.

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That morning Maud came over with a basket on her arm and set it down without a word. Inside were six of her best, still warm from the hen house. Gordon looked at them, then at her, then at the crate with its jagged shells and yolks drying in the cold. He didn't thank her. He took two, cracked them into the bowl he kept under the counter, and whisked them with the fork he had used on the bacon that morning. Maud watched him do it with her arms folded.

They did not become friends. They did, however, start sharing a pitch under the church wall, and for a whole summer the sign above the stall read PRATT AND SHEARD in letters so uneven that nobody could tell whose paint had been used. When Maud finally asked why he had never bought a proper sign, Gordon said he liked the look of two halves that didn't match. She said nothing, but the next morning she came in with a tin of black ink and a steady hand, and drew a broken shell on the board, the two halves pulled apart just far enough to leave a gap for the light.