Close view of a person's ankles in iridescent platform lace-up boots, showing black fine line tattoos on the left ankle and a thin line tattoo encircling the right ankle.

Fine line ankle tattoos above iridescent boots

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

The photo shows a pair of legs in iridescent platform lace-up boots with black soles, standing against a white wall and grey floor. The left leg has a small black linework design of wavy or flame-like strokes on the ankle, and the right ankle has a thin single line wrapping around it with a fine line descending from it. The tattoos are in black ink with no colour, and the iridescent boots provide the only strong colour in the frame.

Fine line Ankle Wave Boot Anklet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okonedo's shop in Margate had one window, and in it, under a bulb with a cracked shade, she kept the pair of shoes nobody could agree on. By daylight they were pearl-grey. Under the awning they turned to oil on a puddle, pink where the light struck the toe, green along the seam, like a gull's wing held up to the sun.

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Her nephew Tobias had ordered them from a catalogue he could not afford, cancelled, then ordered again. He wanted them, he said, for the summer the pier was condemned, so that he could walk its rotten boards and look like he didn't care if he fell through. Mrs Okonedo cut the platform soles herself from an old tractor tyre, ribbed and black, and when she came to the lacing she ran waxed thread through each eyelet and thought about the tide tables pinned beside the till.

On the last Sunday in August a woman from the council came in to ask about the sea wall, and stayed to try on the boots instead. Mrs Okonedo knelt with a spool of black cord and tied a loose loop at the top of each lace, a little knot for luck, because her own mother had done the same for every fisherman's wife on the front. The woman asked what the wavy marks on the leather meant. Mrs Okonedo said it was the sea coming in, which was true, and that the knots kept the laces from walking off, which was a lie she had told many times.

Tobias walked the pier that autumn in the boots. The council fenced it off in October, and the boots came back to the window, still shining, and Mrs Okonedo put the tide tables away in a drawer.