Black script lettering reading 'my daddy will kill you' with ornamental scrollwork, tattooed on the lower back above the waistband of a white top.

Script quote with scrollwork on lower back

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A black ink tattoo of the phrase 'my daddy will kill you' written in cursive script across three lines, framed by decorative flourishes and scrollwork above and below. The linework is solid and even, with no shading, and the ink sits on warm skin in soft natural light. The tattoo is centred on the lower back, just above the waistband of a white top, and fills most of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The thaw had not reached Hollin Farm by the third week of January, and the ewes were lambing in the snow behind the barn. Ada Marsh kept the kettle on the range and the bolt across the back door, because the lane was a mile of frozen ruts and nobody came up it in February unless they had business or no sense.

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The tinker came up it anyway. He had a cart with a wheel bound in wire and a voice like a rook's, and he stood in the yard with his cap in his hands and asked for Nell, who had sold him a copper pan two summers back and had, he said, a face he had not forgotten. Ada watched him from the scullery window. Tom was out at the hurdles with the lantern. She took the scraps bucket to the step and set it down by her boots, and waited.

"My daddy will kill you," Nell called from the loft ladder, loud enough to carry across the whole yard. She had learnt the words from the Pritchard boys, who said them of dogs, weather and the vicar. The tinker laughed, then saw Tom come round the corner of the shed with a fork over one shoulder, and he laughed less. He turned the cart on the rut, the wire wheel grinding, and was halfway to the gate before his cap blew off into the hedge.

Tom came back to the house after dark and found the cap in the hedge when he went to shut the hurdle. He turned it over in the lantern light, found a name stitched inside the band, and held it a long while. Then he dropped it into the range, where it caught with a small sour smell.

"He'll not be back," Ada said.

"No," said Tom, and went out to the ewes, where a new lamb was already struggling in the straw.