Black and grey realism tattoo of four figures walking in single file across skin on the torso.

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Four figures walking in a line

Realism · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows four full-length figures in a row, each striding in the same direction across a plain background. The linework is fine and the figures are shaded with soft greys and darker areas on the clothing. The image is a close, straight-on photograph of the skin, with the figures evenly spaced across the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every Thursday the four Tuckers walked the length of Mill Lane in single file, because their father had once said a family that walked together could be counted on, and nobody had ever told him how to stop. Nobody in the village had bothered to argue. The eldest, Harold, carried the post. The second, Lenny, carried a tin of boiled sweets nobody else would touch. Dennis carried a dog lead with no dog on the end of it, and the youngest, Sid, carried nothing but a grudge against the chemist.

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On the morning the bakery was sold, they crossed at the usual place. A van came round the corner too fast, its driver leaning out to shout something about the weather. Lenny stopped dead and the others did not, so for a moment four men were strung across the tarmac like washing, each one ten yards from the last, waiting for the others to catch up and remember which way they were going.

Sid was the one who laughed. He had not laughed since the chemist's wife ran off with the organist, and the sound surprised him more than anyone. Dennis folded the empty lead over his shoulder. Harold checked the post, every envelope present. Lenny unwrapped a sweet and offered it through the van window, and the driver took it, because a man can hardly refuse a boiled sweet with his own engine running.

They walked on to the Co-op and bought four pasties and a loaf nobody needed. The bakery's new owner, a woman from Leeds with flour on her cheek, watched them through the glass. "They're always in a line," she said to no one in particular. The next Thursday they walked it again, Sid out in front for once, as if the road had been waiting to be crossed the other way.