Black and white photo of the outer thigh of a person holding a cigarette, with 'ROCK N' ROLL' tattooed in black block lettering.

Rock n' Roll lettering on a thigh

Lettering · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph is cropped to a person's side and hip, with their face out of frame, and their hand holding a lit cigarette in the foreground. The tattoo reads 'ROCK N' ROLL' in uneven black capital letters with bold, slightly hand-drawn strokes, sitting horizontally across the upper outer thigh. The image is monochrome with soft focus in the background, and the skin tones and ink appear as greys and black.

Lettering Thigh Cigarette Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Danny, the beck has frozen solid again, so I've been carrying water to the ewes in the yellow bucket, and my fingers have gone the colour of tallow. Dad says the early lambs will come anyway, frost or no frost. He hasn't said a word about you, which is how I know he reads your postcards twice before he puts them on the mantel.

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I've been playing your records in the lambing shed because the wireless only gets the weather in there. The Dansette still sticks on the second side, so Chuck Berry stutters through the same bar over and over while I pull a stiff lamb from a ewe and rub it down with straw. Mrs Tait from the next farm says it's a wonder the sheep don't leave us. I told her they've got more taste than the lot of us.

I found your tin under the seat of the Land Rover on Tuesday, the one with the bent lid and the cigarette papers that went soft in the damp. There was a bus ticket to Carlisle inside, dated last March, and a biro note in your handwriting that just said Saturday, ask Lou. I've asked Lou. She says the man with the needles keeps his shop open till six, and that he doesn't ask questions if you pay in cash and don't cry.

I'm not writing to tell you not to come home. I'm writing because the gate by the top field still sticks, and I've left the oil can on the post where you'll trip over it. The radio's tuned to the station that plays the old stuff, so if you're listening at midnight in whatever cold bedsit you've got, you'll know I'm up too. Nell.