Traditional style colour tattoo of a red heart with a banner reading MOM, red flowers and green leaves on a forearm.

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Traditional heart with MOM banner and flowers

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A red heart sits across a black banner that reads MOM in plain lettering, framed by two red flowers with yellow centres and green leaves shaded with rainbow bands. Thin black outlines and small black swirls and dashes surround the motifs, with red and black shading giving the heart and banner depth. The design is centred on a close, straight-on photograph of the skin against a plain pale background.

Traditional Forearm Heart Banner Mom Flower Leaf Swirl

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fiddler at the Pier Pavilion had one rule, and it was older than him: nobody danced the last waltz until Mrs Oddie had taken her seat by the fire door. She came every Saturday in a green wool coat, with a paper bag of barley sugar she never offered round, and she watched the floor the way a heron watches shallows.

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The summer the sea wall cracked, a deckhand off the Kittiwake called Tommy Vance crossed the boards and asked her to dance. She laughed until she had to grip the rail. "Your mother would have my hide for that," she said, and he said his mother had been dead eleven years and would have liked a bit of cheek. He pushed up his sleeve to prove he had come by it honestly. A red heart sat there with a black banner across it, MOM in plain capitals, two red flowers at its shoulders, and leaves shaded green through to gold like a pond at dusk. A rigger in Limehouse had done it for a shilling and a pint.

Mrs Oddie looked at the ink for a long time. Then she opened the paper bag, took out a single sweet, and pressed it into his palm. "My boy wanted a heart like that," she said. "I told him he'd only get one if he came home." The fiddle started. Tommy did not know whether to dance or to listen, so he offered her his arm.

They went round the floor twice, slowly, past the bunting and the rows of folded chairs. When the waltz ended she was still holding the bag, and he understood she had been waiting all evening to give something away to someone who would not ask why. He kept the sweet, unopened, in his pocket until the boat sailed.