Black crown tattoo with fleur-de-lis points on the upper chest near the collarbone, in a traditional style.

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Crown tattoo on upper chest

Traditional · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A black crown with fleur-de-lis points sits on the upper chest beside the collarbone. The outline is bold and the band of the crown is partly filled with solid black and fine shading. The image is a close crop of skin in warm natural light, with a black top along the bottom edge.

Traditional Chest Crown Fleur-de-lis

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Idris Pugh had brought the crown in wrapped in a tea towel, and Albert Lowe unwrapped it on the counter under the lamp the way he unwrapped everything, slowly, as if it might object. It was pewter, not silver, the band worn to a grey shine where a thumb had rubbed it for forty years. Three fleur-de-lis stood up from the rim like the tips of a broken fence, and one had snapped off clean at the root.

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"It was my mother's," she said. "She wore it at the street party in fifty-three and wouldn't take it off until the bunting came down. Then it went in the drawer and never came out. I want it made proper again." Albert turned it over. Someone had scratched initials inside the band, E.R., and beneath them a smaller set, B.J., which he decided not to ask about.

He spent three evenings on it with a fine file and a jeweller's loupe, filling the broken point with solder no thicker than a hair, then blackening the outline with a nib so the lines stood bold again. He left the band half polished on purpose. Shading the worn part would have been lying.

When she came back on Friday she didn't cry, which he'd half expected. She looked at it a long while, then slid two pound coins across the glass. "Keep the change," she said, and tapped the clasp of her handbag twice before putting the crown inside. Albert wrapped the empty tea towel back over the counter out of habit, and found he could not make himself throw it away.