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Profile couple in a heart with a flower

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Two stylised faces in profile, a man with a moustache on the left and a woman with short wavy hair on the right, lean towards each other nose to nose. They sit inside a black-outlined heart, with a purple flower in the lower right corner and green shading behind the figures. Bold black linework is filled with flat red, peach and green tones, and the composition is a tight crop of the design.

Traditional Profile Man Woman Moustache Heart Flower Couple

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every summer the sea came up under the boarding house door at Scarrow Bay, and every summer Mrs Idris Tull swept it back out with a birch broom. Her lodgers were mostly clerks from the inland towns who wanted quiet and cheap eggs. Two of them came the year the herring boats stopped going out: a tall man called Edwin Marl, who waxed his moustache to points and never took his hat off indoors, and a widow named Clara Fenn, who kept her hair cut short because, she said, long hair took too long to dry in sea air.

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They sat at opposite ends of the dining table for six weeks. Each evening Edwin passed the salt down the table, and each evening Clara passed it back, and neither said a word. The other lodgers wagered on it. Mrs Tull said the two of them were like a pair of gulls on the same rock, close enough to hear each other breathe and too proud to fly across.

On the last night of August a storm took the bay wall and the lamp went out. Edwin went down the cliff path with a lantern, and Clara followed him without asking why. They found a fishing boat dragged up and broken on the shingle, and a child's knitted hat floating in the shallows. They did not speak. They knelt either side of the wreck and leaned in, nose to nose across the lantern light, until the child was found wrapped in a tarpaulin under the lee of the rocks.

Next morning the salt sat between them and nobody passed it. Mrs Tull said afterwards she had never seen two people look so pleased to be near each other, and so cross about it. They married at the chapel in October, and the bay wall was rebuilt the following spring. Every year the purple pansies came up along the cliff path, where the two of them still walked with their heads bent close.