Fine line tiny sun tattoo in black ink on the side of a woman's back, photographed from behind in a white knit top.

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Tiny sun tattoo on the side of the back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman is photographed from behind with her arm raised and her hair falling loose. A very small black sun outline with a central circle and short rays sits on the side of her back, below her shoulder blade. The thin, even linework and plain white backdrop make the small design the clear focus of the composition.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the band's gone off for their tea and I've got the floor to myself. You want the story of the Sunday Sun? Everyone at Saltcote knows it, though they'll tell it wrong. Ask Mrs Pell at the cloakroom and she'll say it was the lamp, but the lamp was only ever a lamp.

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In the summer of 1953 the Pavilion had a bandleader called Teddy Marr who wouldn't strike up a waltz unless every dancer on the floor wore a sun somewhere about them. Not a big sun. He cut them from tin, little rayed discs no bigger than a sixpence, and pinned them to the back of the dance tickets. Nell Abbott, who swept the sprung boards at dawn, found one under a sofa cushion and kept it in her biscuit tin with the bus fare.

She was meant to leave for Leeds that September. Everybody left. She had a suitcase packed under the stage and a fellow named Frank Gosling who partnered her every Saturday and never once asked her to stay. On the last night he came to the edge of the floor with a sewing needle and a pot of ink from the lifeguard's hut, and asked if he might mark her where the morning sun would reach her first. She said he could, but only if he drew it small enough that nobody else would ever need to know it was there.

She never got to Leeds. Frank's gone now, and the tin went with the Pavilion when they knocked it down, but when the band plays a waltz on a Sunday, watch the boards where the light falls. That's the whole of it. Now, who's paying for my tea?

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