Colour tattoo on the outer thigh of a lamp with a fringed yellow shade and a fishnet-stockinged leg in a high heel, beside a red armchair.

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Fishnet leg lamp and red sofa on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a table lamp with a pleated yellow fringed shade, whose base is a leg in a fishnet stocking and a black high heel. A red upholstered armchair with tufted detail sits to the right and is partly cut off at the edge of the frame. The linework is bold and dark, with soft shading on the lamp shade, the red chair and the stocking, set against the natural skin tone of the thigh.

Neo-trad Thigh Leg High heel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp came to Harlow Mill in the week before the Christmas bazaar, wrapped in a moth-eaten blanket like something rescued from a flood. Mrs Ada Pym unwrapped it on the trestle table outside the Methodist hall, and the queue for jam and knitted bootees went quiet. Nobody in the town had seen a shade pleated so yellow, or a base that stood on one long stocking-clad leg with a black heel planted firm on the cloth. The vicar said it was not a fit object for a church raffle. Mrs Pym said the Lord had a sense of humour, and sold tickets at twopence each.

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Walter Greaves won it. He was a widower who mended clocks above the chemist's and had not been to a bazaar since his wife died. He carried the lamp home under one arm, the shade bumping his hip, and set it in the front window facing the railway cutting, because it was the only window in Harlow Mill with a view of anything at all. The town thought this was a joke, then a scandal, then simply the way Walter was now.

The night trains came through at ten to nine, slow up the bank with their lamps swinging. On the first clear evening after the bazaar, the driver of the Carlisle goods blew three short blasts as he passed the window. Walter lifted a hand. Within a month, every engine that passed Harlow Mill blew three short blasts, and the signalman's boy began standing on the platform to wave at a yellow shade and a leg in fishnet that no one in the town would ever mention aloud.

Walter died in February. The lamp stayed in the window until the spring, when his nephew came to clear the flat and found the bulb still warm. He wrapped the lamp in the same blanket and left it on the trestle table, where it was won by the first ticket drawn, and the trains kept blowing for the lamp that was no longer there.