Two bare feet on a dark background, one with a colour cartoon blue tang fish tattoo and the other with a colour cartoon clownfish tattoo, both placed on the top of the foot.

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Dory and Nemo tattoos on two feet

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A blue tang fish in the style of the cartoon character Dory is tattooed on the top of the left foot, facing right, with a dark outline and soft shading. A clownfish in the style of Nemo, in orange with white bands and black outlines, sits on the top of the right foot, facing left. Both designs use colour ink against the pale skin and are shown against a plain black background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You find the vows in the inside pocket of your hire suit, folded in quarters and soft at the creases, because Priya insisted on carrying them down to the pier at dawn to check the ink. It has not been kind to them. The word always has bled into a grey-blue cloud, and her handwriting, which slopes like a kite in a bad wind, has lost an entire line.

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Panic is no use with the service due to start in forty minutes. The registrar, a patient woman called Mrs Okafor, has seen worse, and the guests are already sitting on the lawn under a canopy that snaps every time the wind comes off the water. You hurry to the pub on the quay and ask for a pen. The landlord, who has a lighthouse inked on his forearm, passes you a biro with a nib like a fishhook.

You sit on the low harbour wall and try to rebuild the missing line from memory. It is easier than you expected. She once told you, on a train with the windows fogged, that love is the thing that keeps going back for you when you have forgotten the way home, like the forgetful blue fish who only ever gets where she is going because someone else keeps remembering the route. You write that down, underline it twice, and fold the paper back into your pocket before your hands can shake.

At the altar the ink is still tacky when Priya takes the page and reads it aloud. Her voice catches on always, which now sits in your wonky capitals rather than her own, and the registrar tilts her head as if she has heard a better version. Nobody corrects it. Out past the harbour a gull dips for something small and bright, misses, and circles back to try again.