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Crescent moon tattoo on an ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small, solid black crescent moon sits on the side of an ankle, with a white sock pulled down beside it. The moon is filled in with black ink and has a simple, clean outline. The background is a grey tiled floor, with blue jeans, a pair of beige canvas trainers and a blue wristwatch in the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had counted the windfalls twice before the light went, and both times the number came out different, which her grandfather would have called the orchard keeping its own books. The Discovery trees along the lane were heavy with late fruit, and the wasps had already found the cider apples lying in the long grass beneath them. She was supposed to be gathering for the press in Hallow Cross by morning, not standing with a split bucket watching the sky go the colour of weak tea.

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The moon came up thin over the hedge, pared so fine it looked like something cut from a fingernail. Nell had seen it hundreds of times and never once thought about which way it faced. Her grandfather used to say that a crescent held water, that you could tip a whole year's rain out of it if you were careless enough. He said this while sharpening the secateurs on the back step, and she had never known whether he was joking.

Her brother Tom came up the lane with a torch and a bag of dog biscuits, calling for the spaniel that had gone off after the badger again. He stopped at the gate, looked up, and said the moon looked like it had been bitten. Nell laughed and told him it was the cheapest joke she had heard all week. They stood there while the torch beam wandered over the rows, finding nothing but more apples.

By the time the dog came back, smelling of badger and nettles, the bucket was full. Nell tipped the bruised ones into the ditch for the wasps and kept the three that were perfect. She carried them up the lane in the crook of her arm, the way her grandfather used to, and set them on the kitchen sill beside the window, where the thin moon could see them too.