Black and grey ink drawing of a milk bottle labelled MILK above a ribcage, set within a hatched oval with a laurel wreath, a ribbon banner and a diamond at the top; a tattoo design, no body placement

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Milk bottle and ribcage in laurel oval

Black and grey · Flash

A pen and ink drawing shows a milk bottle with a label reading MILK, centred above a ribcage and spine. A laurel wreath frames the bottle, a ribbon banner sits across the lower chest, and a small diamond or sunburst motif rises from the top of the oval. The fine hatching and stippled outline are rendered in black ink on a kraft paper background, with no colour.

Ribcage Skeleton Laurel wreath Banner Diamond Spine

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Stan, the lift has been out since Tuesday again, so I carried the milk up all fourteen floors myself, two pints in each hand and my knees complaining the whole way. Mrs Okafor on eleven says a blue tit was pecking at the foil on the top of the bottle, and I told her that was between the bird and the milkman, not my business.

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The new doctor at the surgery wants to look at your chest again on Thursday. I told him you have a ribcage like a laundry basket with the wrong lid, and he did not think that was funny. The ribbon the girls at the sorting office stitched onto your vest still says Mind The Step, which you never once did.

I found the card you hid in the bottom crate, the one with the diamond drawn on the front and sunburst lines all round it. Four hundred and twelve pounds in the Post Office book, and a laurel wreath for the day you finally pack in the float. I laughed at the spelling of wreath and then I stopped laughing.

So I have left the empty bottle on the landing, washed and upside down the way you like it, with this folded inside. Come home by six. It is raining over the car park and I am not hauling your wreath up fourteen floors on my own. Love, Margaret.