Fine line black tattoo of a flamingo on the back of a leg, with a long single line running down the calf to a small star near the ankle.

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Flamingo and single line on a calf

Fine line · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A back view of a bare leg shows a continuous black outline drawing of a flamingo standing on a single leg near the upper calf, with its neck curved into a loop. A thin unbroken black line runs straight down the calf to the ankle, where it ends in a small star. The work is entirely black ink on pale skin against a blurred green lawn and hedge, with a plain, uncluttered composition.

Fine line Calf Flamingo Bird Line Star Leg

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Hollis had kept the boarding house at Cley Bay for thirty-one years, and in all that time nobody had asked her about the flamingo on the back lawn. It was iron, painted once, standing on one leg beside the hedge where the wind came off the marsh. Every October she lifted it from its tin base, scrubbed the rust with vinegar and set it back, because her husband Arthur had insisted that a bird should never be left to the weather alone.

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The summer the surveyor came, he unrolled a length of black cord across the grass and pegged one end at the gatepost. He said the council wanted the true distance from the church tower to the sea wall, and he needed a line that would not stretch. Mrs Hollis watched him walk it out, paying the cord through his fingers, until it ran past the hedge and down the slope. At the far end he tied a small brass star so he could find it again in the dark.

He left at dusk and forgot the star. Mrs Hollis picked up the cold brass and thought of Arthur, who had once tied a kite string to that same iron ankle when their boy was small, and who had said the bird would hold any line you gave it. She knotted the cord around the flamingo's foot and sat on the back step while the lighthouse lamp came on out past the dunes. By morning the line lay taut across the lawn, and the painted neck had turned to face the sea.

The council's letter arrived a fortnight later with the distance written in neat blue ink: four hundred and six yards. Mrs Hollis read it twice, folded it small, and slid it under the rust in the tin base, where the bird could keep it.