Realistic colour tattoo of a fox head on the side of a finger, with grey painted nails and a light blue knitted background.

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Fox head tattoo on a finger

Realism · Hand · Colour · Photo

A close-up of a fox's head tattooed along the side of a finger, with pointed ears, blue-green eyes and a black nose. The fur is shaded in oranges and browns with white on the muzzle and cheeks, and soft shading gives the face depth. The hand rests on a light blue knitted fabric, and the finger fills most of the frame.

Realism Hand Fox Animal Portrait Finger

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fox is under the piano again when you come in with the mop, and the band has already packed up, the trombonist's case still open by the door. You tell yourself it is a dog. Nobody keeps a dog in the Saltmere Pavilion, but nobody keeps a fox either, and the sprung floor has a hollow in the middle where the boards give under your heels.

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Saturday nights the dancers come in silk and brilliantine, and the fox waits in the gap beside the stage curtain, watching their feet with eyes the colour of sea glass. Mrs Dunning at the cloakroom swears she has fed it kippers. You have seen it lift its nose at the waltz and turn away at the quickstep, as if it knows which steps are real.

On the last Saturday of September you stay late with the lights half down. The fox comes out, steps onto the dance floor, and sits square in the middle, exactly where the spotlight used to fall. You stand at the edge with the mop handle in your hands and wait for it to run. It doesn't. The gramophone in the corner clicks on by itself, a slow foxtrot crackles out, and the fox turns once, nose to tail, like a partner who has been asked.

You don't dance. You put the mop away, switch off the lamps one by one, and leave the door propped with a chair. When you look back from the step the floor is empty and bright with moonlight, and a single orange hair lies on the varnish where it turned.