Two photographs of women seen from behind, one with a small black script lettering tattoo on her upper back beside a strappy top.

Script tattoo on a woman's upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The top image shows two women seen from behind with their arms around each other, and the woman on the right has a small script tattoo on her upper back near the shoulder blade. The lettering is fine and thin, and it is too small to read clearly at this resolution. The bottom image shows a woman on a rooftop with a city skyline behind her, wearing a black strappy top, and a tattoo is faintly visible between her shoulder blades. Both photos are natural outdoor shots in warm, soft light.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The name badge they have printed for you says Joanne, not Joan, and you stand in the function room of the Crown and Anchor on Mill Road deciding whether to correct it. Nobody has called you Joanne since Mrs Pryce read out the register in 1998. Behind the bar a DJ keeps tapping the microphone, saying one, two, one, two, to nobody in particular.

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Across the room Dee Marsden is wearing the same gold hoops she wore to the leavers' disco, and she spots you before you spot her. She holds up her phone to show you a rooftop somewhere with a skyline of brick and aerials, sunlight pooling on the parapet. Then she says the line you both copied into your planners that summer, the one from the library book you borrowed and never returned. You remember swearing you would have those words put on your skin one day, and how neither of you ever did.

You tell her the book is still on your shelf, its spine cracked open at the page with the corner folded down. She says she moved to Manchester for a flat above a laundrette, and that the roof is the only place she misses. For a moment neither of you says anything, and the room seems to hum with the old quiet of the sixth form common room.

The DJ finds the right volume and the first bars of the song you slow-danced to at the disco rattle through the speakers. Dee grabs your wrist. "You owe me a dance and an apology," she says, and you leave the badge face down on the table, Joanne or not.

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