Traditional style flash design of a pin-up woman hugging a pepperoni pizza slice, with three pink hearts and a banner reading TRUE LOVE.

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Pin-up woman hugging a pizza slice

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A cartoon pin-up woman with dark hair in a bow and a purple dress embraces a large pizza slice topped with melted cheese and round pepperoni. Three pink hearts float at the upper left, and a pink ribbon banner across the bottom reads TRUE LOVE. The design uses bold black outlines, flat fills and a cream background, with colour dominating.

Traditional Pin-up Woman Pizza slice Pepperoni Cheese Heart Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The order slip came through at twenty to midnight, pinned under the ticket spike with a red lipstick print on the corner, which was Renzo's first clue that Mrs Halloran had come back. She had ordered one slice of pepperoni every Thursday since the Coronation, eaten it standing at the end of the counter with her gloves still on, and never said more than thank you, love. Tonight the slip said one slice, extra cheese, and underneath, in capitals pressed so hard the biro had torn the paper: FOR FRANK.

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Renzo lifted the slice out of the oven and the cheese ran off the edge in long gold ropes, the way it always did when he rushed it. He burned his thumb and didn't mind. Mrs Halloran came in out of the rain and told him that Frank had proposed over a slice at this very counter in 1953, and that he had insisted on the pepperoni being spaced so they looked like a row of little lamps. Frank had been gone since March. She wanted it made the way he liked it, and Renzo, who had never once been asked to make a pizza for a ghost, set the discs out one by one with the tip of a spoon.

She carried the box to the window table and opened it like a letter. Then she laughed, a loud, unladylike laugh, when the cheese stretched all the way from the slice to her fingers and wouldn't let go. She ate every crust. Before she left she slid a strip of pink ribbon across the counter, the sort the bakery across the road used on wedding cakes, with two words inked along it in careful capitals. Keep that up, she said. Frank would have wanted it on the wall.

Renzo pinned it above the oven that night, crooked, with a drawing pin he had to hunt for under the flour sacks. The next Thursday the slip came through again, one slice, extra cheese, no note at all. He made it anyway, and set the pepperoni out in a row like little lamps.