Collage of three photos of a faceted pink and red geometric flamingo tattoo over a black mandala design on the thigh.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Geometric flamingo with mandala on thigh

Geometric · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

The collage shows three close views of a single tattoo on the outer thigh. A flamingo, built from angular, faceted shapes in pinks, reds and peach, stands in the foreground over a dense black mandala pattern of fine lines and dotted detail. The colour ink is bold and the black linework is crisp, with the flamingo's legs fading to a thin line at the bottom.

Geometric Thigh Flamingo Mandala Geometric shape Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seam ran pink for eleven yards before it went back to black, and the deputy swore it was the exact colour of a flamingo, though none of you had seen one outside a picture book in the Institute. You were the one who chipped the first lump free, sixteen years old and still wearing your brother's boots. Under the lamp it broke into a hundred small faces, red and peach and rose, each one catching the light at its own angle, and the men gathered round the way they used to gather for a fight at the Welfare.

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The pit closed in March. The offices sent a letter about redundancy, and a man from the council came with a clipboard to measure the headgear for scrap. Your mother hung the black lace curtain in the front room, the one she crocheted the winter your father went down for the last time, its pattern spinning out from a hub like a wheel that never quite turns. You stood the stone on the windowsill beside it and watched the afternoon light work through the holes in the lace.

So you took it to Harrogate, to a cutter who owed your uncle a favour, and asked him to shape it into a bird. He did it in a week. He would not let you watch, but he posted a photograph, pink and faceted and standing on one leg, the legs drawn down to threads finer than a bootlace. You pinned the picture above the sink, where the light came in sideways, and every morning you looked at it before the kettle boiled.

It stands in the window now, on one leg, the way a bird does when it means to wait a while before it moves. Mam says it looks ready to step out of the lace and down the hill to the sea. She says it without meaning to comfort you, and you notice she has stopped looking at the black seam in the wall when she says it.