Black and white photo of two hands held together, with Mrs in script on one finger and Mr in block lettering on the neighbouring finger, both on the hand.

Mrs and Mr lettering on two fingers

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two fingers from different hands are pressed together, showing the word Mrs in a flowing script on one finger and Mr in bold, upright lettering on the adjacent finger. The linework is solid black with clean edges, and the lettering sits neatly along each finger. The photograph is black and white, with a dark nail polish visible on a fingertip in the lower right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Walter Pike never could manage a waltz without counting out loud, so on Saturday nights at the Majestic Ballroom in Leeds I did the counting for both of us, mouthing one-two-three into his collar while the band slowed things down. My hand sat in his with the fingers laced, and I could feel the ring he had not yet had the nerve to buy.

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It was Mrs Hobday, the cloakroom attendant with the peppermints, who dared him. "Mr Pike, you'll not get a girl to sign her name to anything, let alone her life." He took her bet for a shilling and a grin. By the last waltz he had talked the barman into lending him a pen and a dab of stamp-pad ink, and he sat on the edge of the stage steps pulling my hand across his knee like a man reading a map.

He wrote on my middle finger first, in his sloping copperplate, a neat little Mrs with a flourish trailing under it. Then he did his own finger in capitals so square they looked like a shopfront sign. "There," he said. "Now you can't go anywhere without me spelled out on you." I laughed and told him ink wears off in a week, and he said so do shillings, and we both knew which one he meant.

It did not wear off. Fifty-one years on, the Majestic is a bingo hall and Walter is up on the hill under a stone with his name cut deep, but when I hold my hand to the lamp the letters are still there, faint as pencil, pressed together the way we were on those cold stage steps.