Torso in a white crop top and denim jeans with a gold belly chain, showing a partly visible red and green rose tattoo on the side of the hip.

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Partly visible rose tattoo at the hip

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A close crop of a torso wearing a white crop top lifted at one side, with the navel and a thin gold belly chain draped across the lower abdomen. A partly visible tattoo of a red rose with green leaves sits on the side of the hip, above the waistband of blue denim jeans. The lighting is soft and even, and the tattoo is only partly in frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The reunion was in the function room above the Crown in Stockport, the one with the carpet that still smelled of spilt lager from 1999. I had come straight from the depot in a white T-shirt I'd cut into a crop with kitchen scissors, because I wanted to look like I hadn't tried, which of course meant I had tried. Margo Pilling spotted me from the bar and shrieked my old nickname across the room, the one about the Hawaiian rose I'd drawn on my hip with a biro the summer we turned fifteen, the one I swore she'd never let me forget.

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She had brought the photograph. Of course she had. Two girls on the wall behind the sports hall, one of them holding a stick of Mum's lipstick up to the light, the other pretending to be bored while she fixed a cheap gold chain from Argos around her waist. Margo said she still had the chain somewhere, and I said I still had the rose, which was a lie, because the biro had faded within a week and I had never got it done properly. I had planned to, though. For years I had planned it, the way you plan things you are not quite brave enough for.

We ended up on the fire escape with two bottles of cava, our feet on the cold rail, the town lights going on below. Margo asked if I'd ever got it inked, and I pulled my shirt up an inch and showed her the real one, red petals and green leaves, blurred at the edges where the artist had worked it through three sessions. She put her hand flat over it, the way you'd check a radiator. Then she laughed until she had to sit down on the step, and said that was the most embarrassing thing she had ever seen, and that I should have called her.