Black silhouette tattoo of five birds flying in a line across the top of a bare foot, placed near the ankle.

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Five birds in flight across a foot

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A close photograph of two bare feet resting one over the other on a windowsill, with a tattoo across the top of the upper foot. The tattoo shows five small solid black bird silhouettes in flight, spaced in a diagonal line from the ankle towards the toes. The shapes are simple and flat with no shading, and the background is soft and out of focus.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The oven timer went off at ten to five and I was already counting. Five trays of tin loaves, five bags of flour from the Hadley mill, and five birds I'd seen from the yard door every morning since the autumn the delivery lorry broke down on the bypass. Mrs Okonedo at the corner shop says starlings don't come into town before dawn, but these came over the car park roofs in a loose diagonal, heading for the railway cutting, and I stood there with a peel in my hand like a fool and watched them go.

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My father taught me to bake in this room, and he had a rule about the first batch: you don't open the door until the bread tells you. He meant the crackle as the crust cools. I thought it was superstition until one February the flour went damp and I burned four loaves in a row. He came down the stairs in his vest and said, 'You're rushing, Ruth. The birds aren't late.' I didn't know what he meant. Everything in this bakery is sold by the hour, the bread, the queue, the morning.

This morning I didn't rush. I let the loaves sit and listened to the crust ticking, and when I looked up the birds were back, five of them, a little ragged, crossing the grey gap between the chimney pots. Mrs Okonedo was at her shutter with her keys. 'Those again?' she called. I said they were only going to work, same as us.

I chalked the board for the first customers: rye, cobs, one tin loaf for the cutting men. Then I unlocked the door and let the warm air out into the street, and the birds kept on east, toward the sun coming up over the mill.