Two matching wrist tattoos of small stick figure girls in green and purple dresses, holding a thin black string between them, in a fine line style.

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Matching stick figures joined by a string on wrists

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Two wrists show matching tattoos of stick figure girls with rounded heads, pink cheeks and triangular dresses. A thin black line runs from one figure's hand to the other's, linking them. The dresses are filled with green, blue and purple, while the outlines and limbs are drawn in fine black ink.

Fine line Other Stick figure Girl String Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The string came off a crab pot in the second week of August, when Dilys and I had run out of ways to be good. Mrs Pargeter had put us in the attic room at Saltmarrow House because the commercial travellers complained about our singing on the stairs. From the dormer window you could see the harbour wall, and beyond it a grey sea that never looked the colour on the postcards.

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Dilys tied one end to the iron bedpost and I carried the other up through the skylight, which Mrs Pargeter had painted shut in 1931 and never forgiven us for opening. We sat on the slate with our feet against the gutter and shouted down the string as if it were a telephone. She said the gulls were spies. I said the donkey man on the sands was a count who had lost his castle at cards. By the end of the week we had a whole kingdom between the chimney pots, and every evening it grew a little larger.

The summer ended the way summers do. Dilys went back to Halifax on the Tuesday train with her trunk strapped shut, and the house was let to retired schoolmasters who did not climb anywhere. On my last night I went up to the attic and found the string still knotted to the bedpost, slack at the skylight where the wind had worn it thin. I gave it two sharp tugs, the way we always had, and waited.

In the morning I cut it in two with Mrs Pargeter's bread knife. I tied one length around my wrist and posted the other to Halifax in a tobacco tin, with a note that said only, pull when you are cold.