Black fine line anklet tattoo of a chain with small dangling charms on a woman's ankle, shown with black heeled sandals.

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Fine line chain anklet tattoo

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A delicate chain motif wraps around the ankle, with small hanging drops and charms suspended from its curved links. The linework is thin and even, rendered in solid black ink with no shading. The ankle sits against a soft grey pavement, with a sheer grey-green skirt and black sandals in the frame.

Fine line Ankle Chain Anklet Charm Drop Ankle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The big top had come down in the wet and never gone back up. By October the Varga Travelling Show was four wagons, one lion that would not eat the new meat, and a ring that had to be swept by hand. Ilse Varga kept the accounts in a tin box under her bed. She owed the baker in Chepstow, the farrier, and the fairground at Lydney, and she owed the dead a silver drop for every town that had once paid them.

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Her daughter Tamsin wore the chain. It had been her grandmother's, a fine run of silver with a drop for each winter the family had walked the roads. There were eleven drops, and each one caught the lamplight when she moved. Tamsin asked once what the twelfth was for. Her grandmother said that was the one you added when you stopped.

The man came up the lane on the night the rain stopped, carrying a lantern and wearing a coat too thin for the weather. He wanted the wagons, the lion and the name painted on the canvas. Ilse asked what he would give for the chain. He said nothing, since a chain was never sold by a man who had come to buy. Tamsin unclasped it anyway, laid it in the road between their boots, and said the road would have to decide.

Morning found the lantern gone and the chain still lying in the mud. Ilse picked it up and counted the drops, and there were twelve. The new one was no bigger than a thimble, cut in the shape of an open gate, and it was warm from the ground. They hitched the wagons that afternoon and went west with the name still on the canvas.