Black and white photo of the outer upper arm of a person in a grey top, with the words WE CAN BE HEROES tattooed in block capitals.

We Can Be Heroes lettering on an arm

Lettering · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The photo shows a tattoo of the words WE CAN BE HEROES set in two lines of upright block capitals on the outer arm. The lettering is crisp, even and solid black, with the second line set beneath and slightly indented from the first. The image is monochrome, with the arm lit against a pale background and a dark skirt and grey top at the left.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hall smelled of floor polish and orange squash, the same as it had in 1989, and Denise stood by the trestle table pretending to read the name badges. Nobody had bothered to laminate them. Someone had written Mick Harrow in marker across a torn box lid, and she could not place the face until he turned round and grinned like a boy caught with a stolen mini egg.

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They had all been in the same Year Eleven form. Mr Pellow had taught them English, and he had once made them copy a lyric off the wall of the music room, a line he swore would outlive every one of their exam results. He had painted it there himself in white emulsion on a Saturday, letters two hands tall: WE CAN BE HEROES. Denise had thought it soppy. Mick had thought it was about him.

Later, by the urn, Mick took out his phone and showed her a photo of the same words inked in plain capitals, and asked whether she remembered the night the roof leaked over the stage and they all stood in buckets singing it. She did. She had forgotten until then that she was the one who held the torch while he climbed the ladder to stuff a tea towel into the gutter.

"Pellow said it was a dare," he said. "I always thought it was a promise."

She looked down at the squash going flat in its paper cup and found she had no clever answer, only the torch, still cold in her hand.