Traditional colour tattoo of a woman's portrait with pink jacket, pink flowers and a blue banner reading Ain't No Such Thing, on the upper arm.

Portrait with flowers and banner on upper arm

Traditional · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A colour portrait of a woman with curled dark hair and a pink jacket is framed by pink and purple flowers and a pale blue banner reading AIN'T NO SUCH THING. The portrait uses bold outlines, smooth colour fills and soft shading on the skin, with a small script name on the jacket. The composition fills the upper arm, with the banner curving across the lower half of the design.

Traditional Lettering Upper arm Portrait Woman Curly hair Flower Banner Lettering Jacket

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Her mother hung the pink jacket on the back of the kitchen door and said it was too loud for a girl who still had to walk past the Methodist hall on a Sunday. Rizzo took it down anyway. She had sewn the cuffs herself with thread pulled from an old stocking, and the collar had been turned up so often it sat against her neck like a cat's ears.

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In Marrowby there were three ways a girl could go: the Co-op counter, the telephone exchange, or marrying the Pryce boy from the garage once he'd stopped talking about Canada. The diner on Fenn Street kept a jukebox that only got fed on Saturdays, and Rizzo sang along to every record while she wiped down the chrome. Mr Oakes, who owned the place, said she had a voice like wet gravel and a mouth like a shut purse, and he paid her in cash and cherry pie.

The summer the travelling fair came, a man in a grey suit bought a coffee and asked her whether it was true that nobody in Marrowby ever left. She told him there was no such thing as a girl leaving without her mother finding out first. He laughed, left a dime under the saucer, and came back the next morning with a bus timetable folded in his top pocket.

She didn't take the bus that week. She sat on the diner step with the jacket buttoned to her chin, counting the bulbs on the fair's Ferris wheel as they went out one by one, and by the time the last one went dark she had her mother's sewing scissors in her pocket and a ticket for the morning coach to London.