Black and grey fairy silhouette tattoo with shaded wings and a trail of dots across the upper back.

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Fairy silhouette with wings on upper back

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A solid black silhouette of a fairy in flight, with her wings shaded in soft grey stipple and a trail of small dots streaming from her hand. The tattoo sits on pale skin across the upper back, photographed from behind with the subject's head partly visible at the top edge. The composition is centred, with the wings opening to the right and the dotted trail leading to the left.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pardoe had kept the boarding house at the top of Saltmarsh Row for thirty-one winters, and she had never once washed in cold water until the November the boiler gave up. Lodgers came down to breakfast with damp hair and worse tempers. Her son Dennis came up from the works with a spanner and a face like a shut gate, swore at the cupboard door, and then stopped swearing.

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"Mum," he said. "There's someone in here."

She was small, no taller than the tea caddy, with wings like wet slate lace and a palm full of something that glittered the colour of grate ash. She looked at Dennis as if he had tracked mud across a clean floor. "You let the pilot go out," she said. "Do you know how long I've been breathing on that flame?"

Dennis said he was sorry, which seemed to surprise them both. She told him the house had stayed warm for thirty-one years only because she kept a thread of light alive in the cupboard, and that the sea had taken her sister's lamp in the storm of 1911. She would not go back out into the cold without someone to see her home. She flicked her wrist, and a trail of dots spilled from her fingers across the hall, down the step, and out towards the sea wall.

They followed it through the rain. It ended at a child's paper boat, soaked and folded wrong, snagged in the weed below the wall. Dennis lifted it out. When he turned round the fairy was gone, but the boiler was roaring.

Each night after that Mrs Pardoe set a saucer of sugar on the back step, and each morning the sugar was gone and the water ran hot.