Black and grey dancing skeleton tattoo on a lower leg, with one arm raised and a small bird perched on the raised hand, in a traditional style.

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Dancing skeleton on a calf

Traditional · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A skeleton is shown mid-dance across the lower leg, with one arm raised high and a small bird perched on the raised hand, and the other arm bent outwards. The figure has bold black outlines, with ribs and joints drawn in clear detail and light grey shading on the bones. The design is in black and grey only, set against pale skin with a dark, out-of-focus background and black trainers at the bottom of the frame.

Traditional Calf Skeleton Bird Bone

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the loose board by the bandstand, and stand well back when the music starts, because that's where the skeleton dances. You'll not believe me, so I'll tell it the way Mrs Doyle told it to me, leaning on her counter with the sherbet jar between us. It was the summer of 1953, the fair had been rained off for three days, and the anatomy skeleton from the back room of Doyle's chemist's had gone missing from its hook. Nobody had carried it out. It was just standing in the middle of the bandstand at dusk, one arm stretched high, the other bent out as if asking a partner for a waltz.

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The children gathered first, then the mothers, then Walter Pike who ran the bakery and had never once in his life stopped for anything. Someone found an old wind-up gramophone in the vicarage hall and set it going on the grass. The skeleton started to dance. Its knees knocked and its hips swung like a gate in a gale, and every rib rattled in time. Then a sparrow came down out of the lime trees and perched on the raised hand, as neat as you like, and the thing held its fingers perfectly still so the bird wouldn't fly.

The sparrow stayed all autumn. Every evening the gramophone played, the skeleton came down to the bandstand and lifted its hand for the bird, and the bird came. Walter swore he saw them waltz past the chapel gate in November. Then the frost came in February and the sparrow didn't. Mrs Doyle buried it herself in a Bryant and May box, under the bandstand where the loose board is.

The skeleton still comes out when the tune plays. But it holds its hand up now, and it stays up, and there's nothing on it at all.