Black and grey fine line tattoo of a standing fawn on the inner wrist, shown with a grey sleeve above.

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Fawn tattoo on the inner wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a young deer standing with its head turned slightly, drawn in a cartoon-like style. The black and grey linework is fairly fine, with light grey shading on the body and ears. The design sits centred on the inner wrist with a grey sleeve and a patterned fabric visible in the background.

Fine line Forearm Fawn Deer Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm had been told to keep the margins plain, so when the fawn wandered into the scriptorium through the open door, he pretended not to notice. It stood on the flagstones with its legs splayed like a foal learning the floor, one ear turned toward the candle and the other toward him. Its coat was the colour of weak ink. Anselm dipped his pen and did not look up.

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The abbot's rule was simple. Nothing enters the garden that has not been counted, blessed and fed by the kitchen. The fawn had not been counted. It had come over the south wall, where the ivy had rotted, and it had eaten two sprigs of rue from the herb bed before anyone saw it. Brother Porter wanted it sent back to the woods with a stick. Brother Anselm wanted to finish the initial he was painting, a capital D for Deus, and the fawn seemed to think it was part of the decoration.

By vespers the fawn had made itself at home beside the lectern, nosing the hem of his habit each time he stood. He left a little bread on the sill and a shallow dish of water. In the morning the bread was gone and a single cloven print marked the wet ink of a spoiled page, which he decided not to mention to the abbot.

When the gate was opened for the carters at dawn, the fawn lifted its head, looked back once at the open scriptorium door, and walked out between the wheels as if it had always been expected. Anselm finished the D that afternoon and left a small deer's head tucked into its curve, turned slightly, in the place where the margin had been empty.