Fine line black tattoo of two hands with fingers crossed, placed on the side of the ribs.

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Crossed fingers outline on the ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A single-needle style outline of two hands, each with fingers crossed for luck, meeting in a V shape at the centre. The linework is thin and even, in black ink with no shading or fill. The skin is pale and the tattoo sits on the side of the torso, with the body edge visible at the right of the frame.

Fine line Ribs Hand Finger Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now then, pull that stool closer, because the band at the Regent never played the last waltz after eleven, not once in thirty years, and I'll tell you why they did the night Ada Brierley lied to a merchant seaman. He came up the pier steps in a coat too thin for March, his kitbag on one shoulder and a cheap brass ring in his pocket. He asked her to save him the last waltz. She said she would be at the ticket booth every Thursday until the boats came home, and that was true enough, but she didn't mean the boats he was on.

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He was gone eleven months. The Regent's manager sold her ticket stub to the Sunday crowd, the saxophone player got married, and Ada got a limp from a fall on the wet landing. She kept that brass ring in the cash tin under the float. Every Thursday she sat in the booth with two fingers crossed in her lap, the way the girls had done at school so a fib wouldn't count against you, and every Thursday she told herself she'd stop.

The night the band stopped mid-bar was a Thursday in October. A man with grey at his temples stood in the doorway, holding a ticket he'd bought from a boy who'd never heard of him. Ada didn't get up. She just said, 'Last waltz is at eleven, Frank,' and the band, who had been warned, struck up the tune before he'd reached the floor. Her fingers were still crossed when she took his hand, and she never did uncross them, not once that whole dance.