Black and grey fine line tattoo of a feather on the top of a foot, with dark nail polish on the toes against a wooden floor.

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Feather tattoo on the top of a foot

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A single feather is drawn in fine black linework, angled diagonally across the top of the foot towards the little toes. The quill is outlined with thin strokes and the barbs are shaded with short hatched lines to suggest texture. The black and white photograph shows the toes with dark-coloured nail polish against a pale wooden floor.

Fine line Other Feather Foot Toe

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth had counted the cairns twice before the mist came down over the Hollin Gap, and by the third she had stopped trusting her count. The letters in her oilcloth satchel were for the shepherd's widow at Scarth, and they were dry, and that was the only thing she had been certain of since noon.

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A wind came up the scree from the east and with it a grey goose feather, turning over and over as if it had somewhere to be. It landed on the flat stone beside her boot. The vane was torn at one edge, the shaft clean. She picked it up and the barbs sprang back into their rows the way Old Tam had taught her a feather would if you stroked it from the base to the tip, the right way.

She had a rule about finds on the tops: leave them where they lie. But the feather was already tucked behind her ear before she thought better of it, and the mist thinned just enough to show her the path, a pale thread running down towards the lights of Scarth.

At the farm, the widow took the letters without opening them and turned the feather over in her fingers. 'That's a sign,' she said. 'Tam's old cap had one just like it.' Ruth laughed and said it was only a goose. The widow smiled as if she had known that already, and pressed the quill back into her hand. Ruth walked the pass again in the morning, and every cairn stood exactly where she had left it.