Two black ink tattoos of the lyric phrases "You are my sunshine" and "My only sunshine", each with a small sun motif, on a person's upper back and a second area of skin below.

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Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

Two lines of black script lettering with small sun motifs at their ends sit on bare skin, one across the upper back and one on a lower area. A small ornamental symbol appears between the words on the lower line. The ink is solid black with clean, thin strokes, and the skin around the lines looks slightly red, which suggests the tattoos may be recent.

Lettering Back Other Sun Sunshine Text Script Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the rain's come through the tarpaulin again, and I'll tell you about the Dunning sisters who kept a stall at the back of Saltergate market, under the iron arches where the pigeons roost. Nell sold umbrellas. Her sister Ada sold lamp oil and candles, and for thirty years they shouted across the gangway at each other about which trade mattered more.

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The winter the river came up over the cobbles, Nell's stock went to pulp in a single night. Ada came down at dawn with a paraffin lamp held high and found her sister sitting on an upturned crate, soaked through, laughing at the ruin. Ada didn't laugh. She fetched the last tin of sunshine yellow paint from her store, the kind they used for sign boards, and painted a sun on the tarpaulin above Nell's head, the one with the little rays at its edges.

Nell wrote the words on a board that night in her careful copperplate: you are my sunshine. Ada answered underneath, in her cramped hand, my only sunshine. They nailed both boards to the same post so the wet could read them from either side, and the whole gangway made fun of them until the spring came and the sales came with it.

The boards have rotted to splinters now, and the market has been rebuilt twice around them. But on wet mornings the stallholders still touch that post for luck, and the rain, which has never once been fooled by anybody, falls a little less hard on that corner than it does everywhere else.