Traditional black panther head tattoo with blue eyes, pale whiskers and open yellow-fanged mouth on a thigh.

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Black panther head on a thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A solid black panther head faces right, with blue eyes, pale whiskers, a pink nose and an open mouth showing yellow fangs and a teal lower jaw. Bold black outlines and flat fills with a stippled texture give it a classic bold look, and a red ear accent adds contrast. Partial green foliage and a red flower tattoo sit at the left edge of the frame against pale skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You have worked the Calder Bridge crossing for eleven years, long enough to tell a nervous traveller from a tired one. The man in the grey Volvo is tired. His passport photograph has the dull look of someone awake since Antwerp, and the manifest on his knee lists cast iron radiators, though the boot sits low on its springs. You wave him into the inspection bay and reach for your torch.

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Pritchard's spaniel stops at the third crate and sits, politely, the way it does when it has found something it has no word for. You prise the lid. Under a dust sheet lies a carved wooden panther head, its black lacquer rubbed to bare grain around the muzzle, and two blue glass eyes that catch your torchlight and keep it. A paper tag is tied to one ear. In careful capitals it reads: FOR MARGARET, WHEN THE HOUSE IS QUIET.

The driver says his father carved it the winter before he died, working by a paraffin lamp in the shed at Hexham. He wants it in Kent by Friday. You know the regulations, and you know what a house is like in the weeks after a funeral, when every room has a cold corner nobody will go near. You fold the sheet back over the pale teeth and the snarl and write NO DUTY on the form in your neatest hand.

When you step outside, the sodium lamps are clicking off one by one along the bridge, and the first grey light is spreading over the river. The crate is already rolling toward the gate. You stay at the rail a while, listening to the water, and picture the carved head turning its blue gaze east toward the dawn, mouth open, as if it has finally been allowed to roar.