Colourful traditional-style tattoos cover a thigh and forearm as two people lie on a bed holding hands.

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Two people holding hands with tattooed legs

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

Two people lie on a bed holding hands, with their arms and legs covered in tattoos. The designs use bold dark outlines with solid red, blue and green fills, including a red heart on one forearm and floral motifs on the thigh. The close, angled framing shows the tattoos across several limbs, with the clothed bodies and bedding filling the rest of the frame.

Traditional Thigh Forearm Upper arm Heart Rose Hand Leg Bed Couple

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys had the Bull's pub sign flat across two trestles: a gold-leafed bull, one rose, and a heart the rain had washed to pink. It was twenty to midnight in Sheffield, the workshop smelled of turps and cold chips, and she was still mixing the red.

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The door banged. Tomasz came in with his hood up and a carrier bag of chips steaming through the plastic. "Arcade's shutting, Nan. The tattoo place by the Rose Street steps has its shutter down and a skip outside. Bloke says they're clearing the walls tonight." He didn't ask her anything. He never did. He stood dripping onto the lino while she looked at the rose in her palette.

Forty years ago Stan had pinned a flash sheet above this bench, rescued from a bin behind the Cutlers' Hall: hearts with ribbons, roses in three shades of red, a swallow nobody had ever inked right. He had lived under that sheet like a saint under a stained window. Dilys took it down now, its paper gone soft at the corners, and folded it into her grandson's hands.

"Take it to them. Tell them a woman who paints pub signs says their red's too cold." He laughed, then stopped, because she had already picked up the finest brush and was tipping in a drop of madder. She finished the heart before the chips went cold, and the wet red sat on the board as if it had been poured that minute, and her hand did not shake at all.