Traditional style tattoo of an open envelope with a red heart and red and yellow flowers with green leaves, on the top of a foot.

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Envelope, heart and flowers on a foot

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A traditional style tattoo on the top of a foot shows an open envelope with a small red heart inside, framed by two clusters of red and yellow flowers with dark green leaves. Bold black outlines define the shapes, with flat solid fills and a lighter shaded tone on the paper of the envelope. The design is centred on the foot against a white paper towel and a dark surface.

Traditional Other Envelope Heart Flower Leaves

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The last van had already gone when Dorothy Fenn found the envelope wedged behind the parcel shelf, its flap lifted at one corner as if someone had thought better of sealing it. Nobody in Calder Bridge wrote by hand any more. The telephone in the Co-op had taken most of the gossip, and what was left went by bicycle. This one had a red heart pressed into the wax, though the wax had long since cracked.

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The address was in a careful, sloping hand she knew from the Christmas cards: Mrs E. Harrow, 4 Primrose Terrace, to be delivered on the twenty-second of June. The postmark was from 1931. Dorothy turned it over twice, then put the kettle on in the back room, because it seemed rude not to. Inside the envelope was a folded card with two lines in red ink and a pressed marigold gone the colour of weak tea.

She walked it up the hill herself in the rain, past the dye works and the chapel hall, with her basket of geraniums from the allotments bumping against her hip. Mrs Harrow was at the back of the whist drive, shuffling cards with arthritic fingers, and she looked at the envelope for a long time before she took it. Then she laughed, a short surprised sound, and read the card aloud to nobody in particular.

It said only, Keep the kettle on, I'll be home before the flowers go over. Mrs Harrow had written it herself, the spring she sent herself the letter, and had arranged with the postmaster to hold it for the summer her husband came back from the Burma railway. He had not come back, and she had kept the kettle on regardless. Dorothy filled it again before she left, because somebody had to.