Colour realistic tattoo of a hot dog with mustard, relish and onion on the upper chest near the shoulder.

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Hot dog tattoo on upper chest

Realism · Chest · Colour · Photo

A colour tattoo of a hot dog in a soft bun, topped with mustard, red tomato slices, green relish and diced onion. The sausage and bun have shaded, dimensional rendering with dark speckled detail and bold outlines. The design sits on the upper chest near the shoulder, against a plain skin tone and a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cart came along the fen causeway an hour before the vows, its striped awning sagging with the wet, and old Maud Tennant was already on the bank counting buns. She had promised her granddaughter a proper wedding feast, and in that village a proper feast meant the sausage man from Wisbech, who had cooked for every christening and burial since the drainage. Nobody knew his name. He was simply Sausage, and he never took money, only a sprig of whatever was growing by the gate.

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The old people said the first hot dog ever eaten on the fen had been served at a wedding that went badly. The groom had fed his bride a dry smoked herring, and she had walked straight back into the dyke and would not come out until the Michaelmas moon. So every bride since had been given something sturdy instead, sliced lengthways and laid in a soft roll with mustard down its spine, red tomato coins, green relish and a scatter of onion like a fallen sun. Maud pressed the first one into her granddaughter's hands while the steam curled off it.

"Eat that before you say a word," she said. "Words go down easier on a full stomach."

The girl bit through. Mustard, sweet relish, the snap of the casing. Across the causeway the chapel bell began, and the bride, mouth full, laughed so hard that the groom had to thump her back. The dyke stayed quiet all afternoon. That was the whole cure, Maud said afterwards, and anyone who doubted it was welcome to try a herring.