Colour neo-trad tattoo of a green-skinned zombie pin-up woman in a red dress, seated on a chair, on the calf.

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Zombie pin-up in a red dress on a calf

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A green-skinned zombie pin-up woman with dark, swept-back hair and pale eyes sits on a chair, holding up her red dress with both hands. Blood trails from her mouth and neck, and she wears high heels. Smooth shading and bold colour define the figure, with a yellow chair back and a dark background. The tattoo is shown twice, the second image a mirrored reflection.

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Thursday, 14th June. Mr Pardoe wants the dead girl back on her chair for the finale, glamorous as ever, and I told him the chair has been chewed by something with teeth and the red frock needs a new hem before Saturday. He says the Grayling Pier crowd likes its corpses glamorous. I said they'd like them to stay put, which is more than I can say for Vera.

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Vera is the mannequin we dressed in the spring, dark hair swept back the way Mrs Keane does it at the salon on Mill Street, pale eyes painted by Dennis, who has a steady hand and no sense. Every night she sits with her knees together and her skirt gathered up in both fists, the way a lady holds it crossing a puddle, and every night the house goes quiet when the lamp catches the green paint on her shins. Dennis says that is the trick. Nobody screams at a girl who is only pretending to be dead.

Tonight the spot was dimmed by mistake, and when it came back up I could have sworn her mouth had moved, a thread of red at the corner where Dennis had painted it, and her hands were not where I had left them. Sheila in the front row fainted, which the management counted as a success. I have not told Mr Pardoe that when I went to lock up, the chair was turned to face the sea.

I've put a cloth over her and bolted the stage door. Tomorrow I will fetch the hem needle. If she is still sitting up when I come in, I shall know I was right to be frightened of her, and I shall tell Dennis to paint her with less care, because I like her better when she is only a dress.

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