Two small colour tattoos of pizza on the wrists of two people, one a dripping slice and one a whole pizza cut into slices.

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Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two people hold their wrists close together, each with a small pizza tattoo. The left design is a single slice with a drip running from the tip, and the right design is a whole pizza cut into segments. Both use solid fills in orange, brown and yellow with dark outlines, set against plain skin and an orange top in the background.

Forearm Pizza Pizza slice Food Pair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Lift's broken again, so we hauled the family-size up eleven flights tonight, Shona swearing on every landing and me holding the box over my head like it was the Olympic torch. The cheese had gone cold by the seventh floor. We ate it anyway on the balcony with the wind taking our napkins over the car park, and that was when she said it was now or never.

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The parlour is above the bookies on Chapel Street, so the whole session came with the smell of old betting slips and somebody's cigarette drifting through the open window. Dougie ran the needle while old Motown crackled from a radio on the shelf. Shona wanted a single slice with the tip dripping, because she says that's the only honest part of any pizza. I wanted the whole thing, cut into eight wedges by a dark line, because I'm the one who counts the slices and keeps the rota on the fridge.

Shona moved to Leeds in March. A job, a flat with a proper bath, a man called Callum who hangs his coat on the door handle. We still send each other pizza emojis every Friday like a code nobody else has cracked. Last week I held my wrist up to the kitchen light and the little orange wedge had gone soft at the edges, the way they do when they've been in the sun.

This morning I left the empty box on the side, held my wrist up to the window and waited for my phone to buzz with a photo of her arm beside mine, the drip already running.