Black and grey realism tattoo of a woman with curled hair and a pearl necklace on the thigh, beside a red heart reading I Love Lucy in script.

Realist woman portrait with heart script on thigh

Realism · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A black and grey portrait of a woman with short, curled hair, wide eyes and parted lips, wearing a pearl necklace and a collared top. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft transitions across the face and hair. A red heart with the script words I Love Lucy sits above the portrait on the left, adding a touch of colour to the otherwise greyscale piece.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift in Harlow Court had stuck between the fourth and fifth floors again, and Maureen Figgis was not going to be the one who panicked. She checked her pearls in the scratched steel panel, reapplied her lipstick with a steady hand, and looked down at the boy from flat twelve, who had been pressing the alarm like a doorbell since the lights flickered.

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"It's fine, Kevin. Mrs Abbot got stuck in here for an entire afternoon in 1971 and came out engaged." He stared at her as if she had said something in Portuguese. She had a plan all the same. Her handbag held a tin of travel sweets, half a crossword, and a pencil she had sharpened with her teeth before leaving the flat. Above the buttons someone had stuck a paper heart with a name scrawled across it in biro, and she had decided years ago it was a sign of good intentions, even though nobody in the block could agree who the name belonged to.

Then the car lurched, and through the shaft came a voice, tuneless and cheerful, singing a sea shanty about a drowned bosun. It was Derek. Derek, who was meant to be at the bowls club, and who had sworn on Sunday that he had given up the pipe, was by the sound of it two floors above them on the roof, singing to a bucket of coal and a pigeon.

Kevin pressed the button again. Maureen closed her eyes, counted to ten, and drew the pencil from her mouth. "Right," she said. "Nobody move." She unwrapped a toffee, offered one to the boy, and waited, very calmly, for the lift to remember where it was going.

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