Woman's profile and candy hearts on ribs

Traditional · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A woman's profile with curly blonde hair and a shaved patch on the crown, one hand raised to the side of her head, is drawn in bold black outlines. Three candy hearts in purple, pink and blue sit beneath and beside the portrait, reading IT'S, BRITNEY and BITCH. Flat yellow, pink, purple and blue fills dominate the composition on pale skin, with the design shown in a close side view of the torso.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sugar had already set on the marble slab when Dilys noticed the mistake. Four hundred hearts for the Saltmarrow regatta, pressed in purple, pink and sky blue, and somebody had dropped the wrong tin of letters into the press. Every purple heart said IT'S. Every pink one said MAUD. The blue ones, which Dilys had been told to keep for the mayor's wife, said CHEEKY in capitals that looked far too pleased with themselves.

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Mrs Penhallow came through from the back with flour on her cardigan and a cup of stewed tea, took one look and laughed until she had to sit on the flour sacks. "Maud Tremayne has been sulking since 1962," she said, wiping her eyes. "Nobody has ever said it to her face. Now they'll say it to each other." She picked up a pink heart, turned it to the window light and licked her thumb to smooth the edge of the M. "Box them. Put a bow on every one, and tell the sea wall it's a special offer."

By noon the queue reached the harbour. Children read the hearts aloud, grandmothers pretended not to, and Maud Tremayne herself came down the front steps in her good hat, bought a box with her own pennies, and didn't say a word all the way home. Dilys watched from the window and wondered whether she'd been cross or delighted.

The gull that had followed the bakery van all week was the one that finally settled the matter. It swooped off the wall, took a blue heart clean from an open box, and flew over the rooftops with CHEEKY dangling from its beak, catching the sun like a little pale window. Mrs Penhallow shouted after it that it could keep the word. It was, she said, the only honest thing said in Saltmarrow all summer.