Black and grey sun and moon face tattoo with rays and stars on skin, with the body placement not clearly visible.

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Sun and moon face tattoo with stars

Black and grey · Photo

A sun with a human face on its left half and a crescent moon with a face on its right half are drawn in bold black outline. Black rays surround the sun, and small five-pointed stars with pale fills trail along the right edge. Soft grey shading sits behind the moon and stars, and the composition is centred on a warm skin background.

Sun Moon Face Star Ray

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nan painted the sun and the moon on the potting shed door the summer the hedge came down. She used a tin of white gloss left over from the greenhouse and sat on an upturned crate to do it, humming something off-key. She gave the sun her own left eye and the moon the right, so that whichever side of the lawn you stood on, one of them seemed to be watching you sideways.

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Tom and I argued about that door for years. He said the sun was the better half because it got the rays, all those spiky black points. I said the moon had the stars, and stars count for more when you are the one still awake. Nan settled it by saying the sun got the days, the moon got the nights, and the stars belonged to whoever was up late enough to count them. Tom took that as a win. He has worked the early shift at the bakery on Mill Row for eleven years and never once asked me to swap.

After the funeral I went into the shed for the spade and noticed the moon's wink for the first time. The painted eye sat a little lower than the open one, as if she had got tired halfway through and not bothered to correct it. Beside it, in the grey smudge she had rubbed in with her thumb, were six small stars, pale yellow, which I was almost sure had not been there before. Tom swore he had not painted them.

At four in the morning I carried the spare key round to the bakery, and Tom came out with flour to his elbows and handed me a warm paper bag without a word. We stood under the lamp like two halves of a face. He said the sun was looking the wrong way again. I told him it was only the moon, sleepy and pleased with itself, and we split the bread on the kerb as the sky went pale.