Black and grey line drawing of a crowned woman in an ornate oval frame with scrollwork and a heart, a neo-traditional tattoo design.

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Crowned woman portrait in an ornate frame

Neo-trad · Black and grey · Flash

A line drawing of a woman wearing a crown, with wavy hair and a heart shape at her chest, set inside an oval frame. The frame is surrounded by decorative scrollwork, leaves and hatched shading. The image is in black ink on a pale background, with no colour.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell, you will laugh at me, but the cabin side has a queen on it now. I did her in the last two evenings of the thaw, while Dad was up at the lock arguing with the keeper about the gate paddles. I used the gold size you left in the cupboard and a brush from the bargeman's box, and I worked her inside a little oval frame with scrolls curling out round it, the way the carved panels look on the old Marsh boats. She has a three-pointed crown, and her hair goes round in waves like water coming over a weir.

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Dad came down the towpath with the shopping and stopped dead at the bow. He said a boat is a working thing and working things don't need faces, and that a face on a hull is an invitation to the river. I said the river has had plenty of invitations from us and has never once asked for a cabin side. He went quiet, which is how I knew I had won. Then I showed him the heart, which I have set at her throat like a locket on a ribbon, with leaves falling off it in hatched lines so the ink holds the shade.

On Saturday we went through Stoke Bruerne with the hatch boards stacked and a crowd of children on the bank. A man from the boatyard leaned on the rail and asked whose she was. Dad, who has never in his life answered a question about art, said, She's the one who kept the sheet ropes dry through the winter. The man laughed and bought a pint of milk off us.

Tonight the water is high behind the weir and the sun is coming through the poplars at the angle that makes the gold shine. I can see Dad from the bunk, sitting on the step with his thumb resting on the heart, not pressing, just resting, as if checking it is still dry. It is the nicest thing I have seen him do since Mum. Write back soon and tell me what they charge for a bigger brush in Leicester. Your loving sister, Hettie.

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