Traditional style tattoo of a heart reading I'll never let my youth cave in, with a desert scene inside, on a forearm.

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Heart lyric tattoo with desert scene

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A traditional style heart holds a desert scene with a sun, mountains and a dark shape, framed by the lyric I'll never let my youth cave in. Other traditional motifs surround it, including a red rose at the top, a black and grey portrait of a man's face on the left, and a coloured insect or bird design at the bottom. Bold outlines and flat fills are used, with colour in red, orange, yellow and blue alongside grey shading.

Traditional Forearm Heart Lyric Desert Mountain Sun Rose Portrait Bird Dagger

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By nine o'clock the Hollins Road reunion had moved past jobs and mortgages and onto the state of the roof. Lorraine Pike stood by the trestle table with a paper cup of warm wine and watched Gary Sumner cross the function room towards her, one hand already raised, the same loping walk he'd had at fifteen when he cut through the science block with a cricket bat under his arm.

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"You still got that poster?" he asked. She did. It was rolled in a cardboard tube under her bed in Leeds: a paper sun, a bent cactus, a heart drawn on the back of a biology worksheet, and the line they'd copied from the sleeve of a record Gary's older brother had lent them in the sixth form. They had meant to paint it on the bike shed wall on the last day. The caretaker caught them with one tin of ochre and sent them home with a letter.

"Mr Dunn never let us finish anything," Gary said. He looked older around the eyes, and pleased about it. "Remember the desert? We were going to drive out in my dad's van and never come back."

Lorraine laughed, then stopped, because she could see the dark shape in the mountains as clearly as the day they'd argued over it for an hour. "Was it a cave or a car?" she said. "Cave," he said. "You said car." She took his arm anyway and they went out past the coats into the car park, where the sky above the playing fields had gone the colour of old marmalade. "You always drew the sun first," she said, "and then you wouldn't let anything dark near it."