Small fine line tattoo of an envelope outline with a red heart in its centre, placed at the base of the neck on the upper back, fine line style.

Envelope with red heart on upper back

Fine line · Back · Mixed · Photo

A small envelope is drawn in thin black outline at the base of the neck, with a solid red heart filling the centre of the flap area. The linework is clean and even, and the envelope sits centrally on the upper back against a dark background. The photograph shows the back of a woman with blonde hair tied up, so no face is visible.

Fine line Back Envelope Heart Letter

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the lot of you, and stop pretending you don't remember the Hendry Road post office. Mrs Pargeter ran it from a hatch no bigger than a tea tray, and she knew every envelope that crossed her counter before the ink had dried. Forty-one years she did it. She told me once she could tell a love letter by the way the stamp was pressed on, too hard, as if the writer feared it would come unstuck.

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So in the summer of 1979, a boy called Terry Oakes came in with a small cream envelope, sealed with a red sticker shaped like a heart, and asked for it to go to the girl who sat behind him in chemistry. He'd written her full name on the front, middle name and all, because he couldn't bear to leave anything out. Mrs Pargeter weighed it, looked at him over her spectacles, and said, "Love, you're meant to post these in a box, not hand them over like a summons."

Now here is the part you'll want. The letter never left the building. Terry lost his nerve on the steps, and the envelope went to the bottom of his satchel, where it stayed for thirty years, until the satchel went to a jumble sale in Bramhope.

I won't tell you who bought it. I'll only say that when the envelope finally turned up at the reunion last Saturday, in the hand of a woman who had been looking for its owner for a long time, the heart on the flap had faded to the colour of a rosehip. Terry read it standing by the buffet. Then he laughed, and then he didn't, and that is all I'm going to say about it, because some letters belong to the people they were written to.