Black and white photograph of a blackwork elephant tattoo with paisley and spiral motifs on a lower leg, likely the calf.

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Elephant and paisley design on a lower leg

Blackwork · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black elephant with a white flower, arched tusk and a patterned trunk sits above rows of ornamental paisley shapes and spirals. The linework is bold, with flat black fills, white detailing and dotted borders. The image is black and grey and shows the design wrapping around a leg against a paved background.

Blackwork Calf Elephant Paisley Flower Spiral Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the ovens are still ticking and the flour has not yet settled, so you will have to lean in over the shutters going up. This is the story of Mohan's elephant, who came down Tanner Street one morning before the lamplighters had gone home, and who wanted bread.

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Mohan kept the bakery at the corner where the canal bends. He had never seen an elephant in Leeds, and he said so, and the elephant only lowered its head to the sill as if it had already been told the price. It was painted all over, black as a beetle, with a white flower stamped on its brow and dots marching along its ears like the edge of a good hem. Its tusk curled up like a question. Behind it, paisley teardrops were pressed into the cobbles where it had walked, each one turning its little spiral tail toward the water.

Mohan had no ledger for elephants. He took a flat tray, pressed his thumb into the dough in the shape of those teardrops, and slid it into the oven. When it came out, the crust was ringed with spirals and the elephant had gone quiet, breathing warm steam through its trunk. It ate the bread slowly, one tear-shaped piece at a time, and left the tray on the sill, polished clean.

By seven the street was full of people asking whether anyone had seen the grey beast with the flower on its face. Mohan only said the bread was ready and the price was a little patience. Some mornings, if you are up early enough, you can still find a teardrop of crust on the step, turned toward the canal, waiting for someone brave enough to follow it.