Small black silhouettes of five birds in a flight line across the ankle and top of a bare foot, photographed on a wooden floor.

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Flock of birds on an ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A bare foot rests on a dark wooden floor with a line of five small black bird silhouettes tattooed across the ankle and top of the foot, each bird flying in the same direction. The birds are solid filled shapes with simple outlines, and they are spaced unevenly and decrease slightly in size from the ankle towards the toes. The image is a close, slightly angled shot with black leggings and pale pink toenail polish visible, and the tattoo is the main point of focus.

Ankle Bird Flock Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the third stair, it gives under you, and don't let Mr Pargeter talk you into his cocoa. Sit down by the fire, the pair of you, and I'll tell you about the birds, since you've been staring at the wire outside since breakfast like they owe you money.

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My father fished out of Saltcombe in a boat called the Marigold, and every September the terns came down off the headland to follow her past the breakwater. Five of them, always five, flying in a line the way you see them there, the leader broad in the wing and the youngest trailing so small you'd lose it against the cloud. Father said they were the crew we'd lost to the sea long before, sent back to keep an eye on us. Mother said that was nonsense, and then she counted them every morning anyway, with her lips moving.

The winter the Marigold went down off the Scar, nobody saw her go. Mother stood on the harbour wall for three days. On the fourth morning, when the fog lifted, there were five terns sitting on the rail of the lifeboat shed, and they did not go out to sea. They rose one after another and flew inland over the chapel roof, smaller and smaller until the last one was a mark on the grey. Mother watched them out of sight, said, 'Right, then, he's not coming in,' and went home to put the kettle on. She never counted them again.