Two wrists pressed together, each with a fine line black script tattoo reading grande soeur and petite soeur with a small outlined heart.

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Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are pressed together, each showing a fine line script tattoo. The upper one reads grande soeur and the lower one reads petite soeur, with a small outlined heart beside each phrase. The linework is thin and even, in black ink with no shading, and the lettering is set on a diagonal across the skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Rain came sideways through the gap between the fishmonger's awning and the bric-a-brac tables on Saturday, and Nell's board was soaked before either of us could reach it. I was the one holding the tarpaulin. Our mother had taught us both to letter on the backs of cereal boxes, so when the council decided the old indoor market needed new signs, Nell took the contract and I took the job of holding her pots of gold leaf while she worked.

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She wanted the words to lean, as if they were walking into the wind. "Grande soeur on top," she said, snapping a chalk line. "You get to be in charge." I told her that was rubbish. She was born in March and I was born in October, and the calendar had no opinion on who bossed whom. I let her have the top line anyway. Ink dripped off the brush handle onto my cuff. A woman selling dried lavender asked if we were twins, and Nell said, no, thank God, and I laughed so hard I nearly lost the tarp to the gutter.

By four o'clock the rain had thinned to a drizzle that hung in the light from the stalls. Nell finished the tail of her last letter in one unbroken stroke, pen never lifting, and drew a small heart at the end like a full stop she couldn't bring herself to make plain. The stationer who had commissioned the sign squinted at it and said it was lovely, though he'd rather have had a price list.

That night there was a sheet of tracing paper on my kitchen table, weighted with the salt cellar. She had copied both phrases in her neat hand, the top one larger, each with its own heart. Underneath, in pencil, she had written: hold the other end.