Fine line black tattoo of the Eiffel Tower, a paper plane and the word wanderlust on the top of a foot in a beige high heel.

Eiffel Tower and wanderlust on a foot

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A black ink tattoo on the top of a foot shows an Eiffel Tower, a small paper plane and the word wanderlust in script, joined by a looping dashed trail. The linework is thin and even, with the tower drawn in fine crosshatched lines and no shading. The foot rests in a beige high-heeled shoe against a navy background printed with white handwritten script.

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The envelope had been stuck to the underside of the sorting tray for who knew how long, its ink bled blue by damp. Hettie Marsh peeled it free with her thumbnail on a wet Tuesday in Ashby, and the postmark said Paris, 14 March, which was eleven months gone. Inside was no letter at all, just a single sheet folded into a paper aeroplane, its nose gone soft from being handled.

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She opened it out on the counter, smoothing the creases with the flat of her hand. A pencil sketch of the Eiffel Tower ran across the top, drawn carefully, every girder crossed with a fine hatching of lines. Beneath it, in a looping hand, someone had written Wanderlust and then, underneath that, a row of dashes that curled from the tower to the edge of the page. The note at the bottom was short. Walk the dotted line, it said. Bakery on the corner, then left at the lamp that never works. I will be the one with the umbrella.

Hettie read it twice and then looked at the postmark again. Nobody in Ashby had ever walked a dotted line through Paris for her, and she was not about to start by sorting mail at seven in the morning. Still, she pinned the sheet above the kettle, where the steam could curl around the tower, and by Friday she had traced the route on a street map with a red biro, every turn of it.

On Saturday she folded a reply on her lunch break, using the back of a parcel slip. She wrote only the name of the Ashby bakery and the hour it opened. Then she made it into a plane and let it go from the loading bay window, watching it catch the wind over the car park and bank away toward the station, the way the dashes had gone.

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