Black and grey realism feather tattoo on the outer side of a foot, with the word Breathe in script lettering near the ankle.

Feather and script word on the side of a foot

Realism · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A bare foot rests on a white paper sheet, showing a shaded black and grey feather that runs from near the ankle towards the base of the toes. The word Breathe is written in cursive script at the start of the feather's quill. The feather has soft grey shading along its barbs and a fine highlight along the central shaft, and the photograph is taken from the side at a slight angle.

Realism Lettering Other Feather Script Breathe Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gull that came down on the Tollbridge platform had a feather missing from its left wing, and Mrs Ada Penhallow said that was the first sign the railway was going to be trouble. Nobody on the night shift listened. They were busy with the 11.40 to Carlisle, which had stopped dead on the viaduct with a wagon of wool in flames, and the signal lamp had gone out again. Old Tom Varley sat on an upturned crate and told the young porter to fetch the lamp oil and stop gawping at the bird.

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The porter was called Hal, and he had a cough that the doctor in Abergele had called nothing at all. He went up the embankment with the can while the wind came off the moor in long, cold pulls. Halfway up he found a feather lying flat on the sleepers, long and dark and beaded with rain, its quill pointing back towards the station as if someone had laid it there to show the way. He picked it up. It weighed nothing. He tucked it in his cap and kept walking, and the lamp flared the moment he reached it, and his chest opened so wide he had to sit down on the ballast.

When the Carlisle train crept in at dawn, the driver swore the viaduct had been clear. Hal sat on the bench with the feather in his fist and the word the stationmaster had painted on the signal box in faded white, BREATHE, running across the glass. Mrs Penhallow passed by with her basket and said nothing. She only nodded at the bird, which had gone.