Traditional style colour tattoo on a forearm showing a couple embracing inside a rope frame, with a crescent moon, a sun and a red flower below.

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Embracing couple and flower on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A man in a suit and a woman in a patterned dress embrace inside an oval rope frame, with a crescent moon and a sun at the top corners. A large red and orange flower with green leaves sits at the base of the design. Bold black outlines, solid colour fills and soft shading give the piece a classic flash look, with yellow, red, brown and grey tones.

Traditional Forearm Couple Embrace Rope frame Crescent moon Sun Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dance hall above the Co-op in Hartlepool had a mirror ball that only turned when the fuse behaved, and on Saturdays in 1947 it behaved for nobody. Ruth Carrick stood by the radiator with her borrowed shoes pinching and watched Walter Dunn cross the floor like a man carrying a full cup. He had brilliantine in his hair and a silver tie clip he had clearly polished that afternoon. When he reached her he said nothing useful at all, only asked whether the band knew any slow numbers, and she laughed so hard she had to hold on to his sleeve.

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They danced badly for three songs. He trod on her hem twice and she told him the second time that her mother had sewn that lace by lamplight through a whole winter. He apologised so earnestly that she forgave him before the band had finished the bar. By the fourth tune the room had thinned to couples and the caretaker stacking chairs, and Walter had stopped counting steps. Ruth noticed his hand was shaking where it rested on her back, and she pressed closer so he would stop worrying about it.

Outside, the sky over the harbour had cleared, a thin crescent moon hanging above the gasworks and the first pink of morning already coming up behind the cranes. Walter walked her to the bus stop with his jacket around her shoulders, and she let him, because the frost was cruel and the bus was late. Years later, when she was asked how they had met, Ruth always said the same thing: that she had married the first man who knew when to stop talking, and that she had never once regretted letting him hold on.