Black line drawing flash of a pin-up woman with wavy hair, a black bra top and a bracelet, holding a cigarette to her lips.

Pin-up woman smoking a cigarette

Black and grey · Flash

A bold black outline drawing of a woman with wavy hair and dramatic eyeliner, looking over her shoulder while holding a cigarette with smoke curling upwards. She wears a black bra top and a striped bracelet, and one hand rests on her waist. The linework is clean and even, with solid black areas used for the hair detail, lips, eyeliner and top, on a plain white background.

Woman Cigarette Smoke Bracelet Pin-up

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down under the awning, the rain's not going anywhere before the market shuts. You want the true version? Then listen, because I only tell it once a winter. There was a fishmonger's wife at the end of Pelham Row who kept a cigarette lit in the window of the flat above the stalls, so every trader who came up from the harbour knew she was awake. Nobody ever saw her come down. The smoke just climbed past the striped awnings and hung over the paraffin lamps like a second roof.

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Her husband Albert sold eels, and sold them badly, and every Thursday he counted the takings twice because he never trusted the first count. One wet morning a stranger in a grey mac bought a single herring, paid in coins nobody had minted in years, and asked who lived upstairs. Albert told him nobody, only smoke. The stranger laughed, a dry sound like paper tearing, and said smoke is only what a fire leaves behind when it wants to be remembered.

That night Albert climbed the stairs with a torch and a knot in his stomach. The flat was empty. The chair was pushed back from the window, and on the sill sat a tin ashtray with one cigarette still burning, an inch of ash standing up straight as if it had forgotten to fall. Beside it lay the stranger's coins, every one of them gone to grey dust.

Albert counted the takings once the next Thursday, and for the first time in his life he believed the number.