Two matching colour tattoos of Mickey and Minnie Mouse sit on the inner arms of two people, drawn in a traditional cartoon style with bold black outlines.

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Mickey and Minnie Mouse tattoos on two arms

Traditional · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

Two cartoon tattoos of Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse face each other on two different arms. Both use bold black outlines and flat black fills, with red for Minnie's bow and skirt and Mickey's shorts, and white polka dots on Minnie's skirt. The shading is minimal and the figures sit side by side in the frame, with a partly visible grey tattoo at the bottom right.

Traditional Upper arm Forearm Mickey mouse Minnie mouse Cartoon Bow Polka dot Couple

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down where the lamp reaches, because this is the one about two mice who got tired of being sold apart. Out past the bend where the road gives up pretending it is going anywhere, there was a petrol stop called the Sundown, and behind it a sign painter named Abel Pruitt kept a booth on the back of a flatbed. He painted boards for the farms, and when business dried up he painted mice, because everybody wanted the mice. Black as a coal sack, round ears like dinner plates, the pair of them.

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Now Mickey and Minnie had been sold on the same afternoon, one to a rancher's boy up north and one to a widow who kept a hat shop in Tucson. Neither could bear it. Every night Abel heard them through the back wall of his tin shed, one squeaking, then the other squeaking back, complaining across two hundred miles of sand. So he took a pot of red and a brush no wider than a whisker, and he did the only sensible thing a painter can do. He stood them side by side on the flatbed, one facing left, one facing right, and he painted their shoulders so close they nearly touched.

Minnie would not turn her head. Mickey kept his chin up as if he had never once looked at a girl in his life. Abel laughed at the pair of them until the diesel ran out and the stars came down over the cactus.

The widow drove up in the morning, took one look, and said they had finally stopped sulking. Abel only tipped his hat at the sun. The rancher's boy got the north-facing mouse and the widow got the other one, and to this day they both pretend not to notice each other. That is how you know they never stopped.