Two people stand side by side showing matching black script tattoos on their ribs, with lines reading I'll love you forever and As long as in living.

Matching script quotes on two ribcages

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Two people stand close together, each showing a black script tattoo on the side of the ribcage below a bra strap. The left tattoo reads I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, and the right reads As long as in living, My baby you'll be. The lettering is fine and fluid, rendered in solid black ink with no shading, and the photograph is shot outdoors against greenery.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now then, pull your chairs in, because the Palais at Hollin Cross never had a floor that stayed still, and you'll want to be sitting for this. Ruth Cadwallader and Mae Pendry came through those doors in the spring of nineteen fifty-one with one dance card between them and a quarrel about whose handwriting was on it. Mae swore the pencilled verse was hers. Ruth swore it was hers, and the two of them had been pinching at each other since they shared a pew at chapel as girls.

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That summer the band was a three-piece from Leeds with a fiddler called Dessie who played with his eyes shut, and Dessie liked Mae better than was good for anyone. When he asked her to waltz, Ruth stood at the back by the urn and said nothing, which was worse than shouting. The next Saturday the two of them went down Market Street to a travelling needleman with a tray of pins and a tin of ink, and they each had a line copied out in a neat hand, the lines split so that neither could read the whole thing without the other. Ruth took the first half and Mae took the second. Neither would say which half was truer.

They didn't speak for a year. Then the hall flooded in the winter of fifty-three and the band packed up for good, and the two of them were left mopping the boards together with their sleeves rolled up and their skirts hitched. Somewhere between the buckets, one of them laughed and the other laughed back. Nobody here ever learned which of them started it, and I've stopped asking. When the lights go up at closing time, you'll see them at the edge of the floor, still standing close, and if you read the lines out loud together you'll find they make sense in one breath.