Black and grey photo of a fine line tattoo of a small elephant with its trunk raised, above which three small solid hearts float, on the outer ankle.

Elephant and hearts on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A single-line elephant sits upright with its trunk raised towards three small solid black hearts arranged in a diagonal line above it. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the design is rendered in black ink on pale skin. The elephant is centred on the ankle with plenty of empty skin around it, and the photograph is taken straight on against a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud Tennant had kept the old school register for thirty-one years, and at the reunion she still knew where everybody ought to sit. Eleven chairs had been pushed up to a trestle in the Co-op hall at Barrow Dene, under a paper banner that someone had spelt wrongly and nobody had the nerve to correct. Dennis Hale arrived last, carrying a tin of Quality Street like it was an apology. "You still got the book?" he asked, nodding at the battered green register under her elbow. "I've got the book," she said. "You've still got the nerve."

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The story they had all been told at seven was about an elephant on the hill above the mill. Mrs Caddick told it every winter, plainly, the way she told everything. When a child was lonely, the elephant lifted its trunk to the sky and blew out hearts, three at a time, and they drifted down the valley until they found the one who needed them. Most of the children had decided it was nonsense by the age of nine. Dennis had not. He had walked up that hill with a bag of broken biscuits the week Maud's father went off to Hull, and he had come down again without any biscuits and without any words.

Maud opened the register to the last page of the year they left, where she had once drawn small marks beside names she was sorry about. Three black dots sat in the margin beside Dennis's name. She had put them there herself, with a biro that ran dry halfway through the third. "You never said you knew," Dennis said quietly. "I didn't," Maud said. "I thought I'd made them up." She closed the book and passed him the tin.

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