Colour tattoo of pizza slices forming a peace symbol with the words Give Pizza Chance around the edge, in a neo-trad style on an ankle.

Pizza slices and Give Pizza Chance

Neo-trad · Ankle · Colour · Photo

A pizza design made of four slices arranged to form a peace symbol, with the words GIVE PIZZA CHANCE curved around the upper edge. The slices are filled with yellow cheese, red pepperoni shapes and small green accents, all outlined in bold black. The design is shown close up on skin, with the tattoo filling most of the frame.

Neo-trad Ankle Pizza Pizza slice Peace symbol Lettering Pepperoni Cheese

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The two ovens at Carrow Junction had been arguing since before the level crossing was rebuilt. Dorrie Pell ran the stall on the up platform, and Tomasz Hale kept the kitchen across the footbridge, and for eleven winters they shouted over the tannoy hiss about whose crust was better. Every morning the 6.12 to Silverford carried the smell of pepperoni one way and burnt onion the other, and the passengers took sides without being asked.

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The quarrel ended on a January night when the signals failed and the 9.40 sat stopped in the cutting for four hours. Its windows steamed up and the commuters pressed their faces to the glass. Dorrie came over the footbridge with her last tray of dough under a tea towel. Tomasz came out to meet her with a block of cheese and a grater and did not say a word. They built the pies together on the bench under the lamp, and the guard, who had not eaten since noon, stood at the barrier and watched them with his mouth open.

They cut the largest pie into four with the stationmaster's old bread knife. Each quarter got a yellow bank of cheese, red coins of pepperoni, and a few green leaves Tomasz had pinched from his window box. When they laid the slices out on the platform, the four of them made a ring with a cross through it. Tomasz said it looked like a tram stop. Dorrie laughed so hard she dropped the pepper dish, and the guard, still holding his tickets, began to laugh too.

By morning the signal was fixed and the train had gone. The two stalls shared one sign above the gate after that, painted in a curve across the top of the arch: GIVE PIZZA CHANCE. They argued the whole week about the spacing of the letters, and Dorrie still says the second P sits a little too close to the Z.