Black and grey neo-traditional tattoo of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas inside an ornate oval frame on the forearm.

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Jack and Sally in an ornate frame

Neo-trad · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A tattoo of the cartoon characters Jack Skellington and Sally, shown face to face inside an ornate oval frame with scrolled detailing. The linework is bold, with smooth grey shading across the faces, hair and frame that gives the carved scrollwork depth. The image is entirely black and grey, with a dark blurred background and the tattoo centred on the forearm.

Neo-trad Forearm Jack skellington Sally Ornate frame Cartoon character

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frame came wrapped in a bedsheet that smelled of pipe smoke, buried at the bottom of a tea chest in Mrs Ferris's back room. She wanted forty pounds for it. Dora Quill offered twenty, which was most of her week's tips, and carried the thing home on the bus with its carved scrolls pressing into her knees like a cat that would not settle.

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The glass was clouded, so she wiped it with vinegar and an old shirt sleeve until two faces came up out of the grey. One was a pale, hollow-eyed man, all bone and no hurry, his mouth a shallow crescent. The other was a woman in a dark shawl, her cheek crossed with neat black stitches, her eyes swivelled hard to the left as though someone had just called her name from the next room. Dora hung it above the shop counter because the wall was bare, and for a week nothing happened, except that the shawl seemed to lean a little further towards the door.

On Thursday the bell rang twice, and when Dora looked up the woman's eyes were on the till, not the street. The man's were fixed on the brass key Dora kept hooked beside the frame. She told herself the glass had shifted in its cradle. She told herself a great many things that winter, counting coins by the stove, until the stitches on the woman's cheek no longer looked quite so tight.

On Friday Dora came down to find the frame turned to face the wall and the key gone. She found it later, pushed through a gap where the carving had come loose in the lower scroll, and the woman's hand, which had always been folded neatly at her waist, was resting on the man's bony wrist. Dora pulled the key free, and somewhere above the shop a door she had never noticed began, very slowly, to open.