Black and grey realism tattoo on a forearm showing the jackal-headed Anubis, an ankh pendant and two Egyptian faces, one with a headdress.

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Anubis and pharaoh portraits on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo covers the forearm with Anubis, the jackal-headed figure, wearing a broad collar necklace with an ankh pendant. Below him sits a woman's face in profile with kohl-lined eyes, and at the bottom edge a pharaoh-style face wears a striped nemes headdress. The work uses smooth, soft shading with strong contrasts, and the background shows a black leather chair and a wooden floor.

Realism Forearm Ankh Headdress Woman Eye Necklace Egyptian

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Eliza Pardoe kept the post office at Chalk Lane End, and in the summer of 1953 she had the only telephone for six miles, so when the stranger came in asking for a crate of brass hinges she assumed he was a salesman and gave him the wrong change.

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He was tall and thin and wore a long dark coat buttoned to the throat, though the fields were baking. He carried a leather case on a strap and paid in coins with a bird pressed into them. Nobody could say where he lodged. Every evening he walked out past the church to the old gravel pit, and every evening he came back with his hands grey to the wrist.

The schoolmaster's boy followed him once and came back saying the stranger had been lifting stones from the water and laying them out on the bank in rows, each with a little cross of straw beside it. Then he had sat with a painted board across his knees, a woman's face with eyes outlined in black, and spoken to it softly, the way you'd talk to a horse.

On the last night of August the stranger knocked at Eliza's door with the case open. Inside, folded in linen, was a pair of scales no bigger than a teacup. "Your mother's heart was light," he said. "I weighed it at Easter. Tonight I'll weigh yours, and if you've nothing to fear you can keep the change." She laughed, and then she stopped laughing, because the scales had begun to tip slowly toward her, and she understood, too late to be sorry, that he had never once asked her name.