Black and grey cartoon tattoos of Mickey and Minnie Mouse kissing, placed on two fingers of a hand.

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Mickey and Minnie kissing tattoos on fingers

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two black and white cartoon tattoos show Mickey and Minnie Mouse leaning in to kiss, with their eyes closed. The outlines are bold and solid, with flat black fills and white areas left as bare skin, and Minnie wears a bow and a polka dot skirt. The tattoos sit on adjacent fingers of a hand held close to the camera, against a soft, blurred background.

Hand Mickey mouse Minnie mouse Cartoon character Kiss Couple Bow Polka dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Come closer, the rain doesn't mind you standing under the awning, and neither does Mrs Okonedo's cat. Now, you want to hear about the two mice who sold their shadows at Harrow Lane market. Every Saturday that market flooded between the fish stalls and the stall of second-hand clocks, and the rain came in sideways off the canal, so folk stood close together to keep dry.

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Two mice lived in the gap under the stall of Dorrie Vane, who sold buttons by the pound. The bigger one, a fellow with round ears like two dinner plates, had a habit of tipping his hat at anyone who dropped a coin. The other, a girl in a spotted skirt and a bow the size of a biscuit, kept the ledger. They were never in the same place at the same time, which is why the market said they were in love, and the market was usually wrong about that sort of thing but right this once.

One wet Saturday the canal rose over the cobbles and the pair found themselves stuck on the last dry crate, nose to nose, with nothing to do but wait. Neither of them wanted to be first. So they closed their eyes, leaned in, and kissed as the rain ran off the awning in a bright string. When they opened them again the crowd had gone, the stalls were shuttered, and two small dark shadows lay across the crate where the mice had been.

Now here is the part the stallholders argue about. Some say the shadows were sold for a bun and a coin. Others say the mice are still on that crate, shaking hands with the rain, waiting for the market to open. Dorrie Vane swore she saw them on a dry Tuesday, holding the same bow between them. Mind your step on the way out, love. The cobbles are slick, and the sky has a long memory.