Gold, silver and turquoise geometric metallic temporary tattoos in bracelet-style bands across a forearm and wrist.

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Metallic temporary tattoos on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A forearm and wrist wear several stacked metallic designs in gold, silver and turquoise, including diamond lattices, triangles, lace-like scrollwork and a fine chain-style band. The designs are flat and bold, with turquoise fills and reflective metallic outlines. The blurred, sparkling background suggests an evening setting, and the bands are arranged to frame the wrist.

Geometric Forearm Bracelet Diamond Triangle Lace pattern Chain Chevron Gold Metallic Temporary tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The band at the Palais on Saturdays played until the lights came up, and by then my sister and I had already hidden the good jewellery in our handbags because Mum said we'd lose it on the dance floor. Mrs Okafor's shop on Bridge Street sold us a dozen bracelets for a shilling each, flat little strips of foil that pressed onto the skin with a damp cloth and stayed for a week if you were careful with the washing up. Ruth chose the turquoise diamonds. I wanted the lace, the silver one that looked like frost on a window.

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We wore them up both arms that first Saturday, stacked from wrist to elbow like a pair of Egyptian queens, and when the mirror ball turned the whole room flashed with us. A sailor from the Navy base asked Ruth where she'd bought her bangles. She said Cairo, which was a lie, and he believed her, which was worse, because he kept calling her Cleopatra for the rest of the night.

By the Sunday the gold had worn thin at the wrist where my watch rubbed, and the silver chevron on my forearm had cracked into a pattern like a dry riverbed. I scrubbed at it in the bath and it came off in grey flakes on the enamel. Ruth laughed at me and then cried, because she'd wanted to keep hers for the Christmas dance.

We went back to Mrs Okafor the next Saturday with our pennies. She gave us each a fresh sheet from under the counter and said the shimmer was only the light doing its work, and that the trick was to wear them out before anyone could ask what they were for.