Close-up of a leaping fox tattoo on the ribs, with an orange-filled front half and a black geometric linework tail and back.

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Geometric fox leaping across the ribs

Geometric · Ribs · Mixed · Photo

A fox leaps diagonally across the side of the torso, with its head and front legs filled in orange and red tones. Its tail and rear body are drawn in black linework made of angular, faceted triangles. The fox sits on smooth skin against a plain background, with the colour and the outline contrasting clearly.

Geometric Ribs Fox Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Above the villages of Low Harrow and Caddon Bend ran a wall of grey stone, and on it sat a customs clerk named Idris Vane, who had little to do but count the crows. One morning a fox came along the top of the wall, leaping from stone to stone as though the wall had been laid for her alone. Idris opened his ledger. "Name?" he asked. The fox turned her head sideways, looked at him, and said nothing, which was the custom among foxes.

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He had no form for foxes. Every traveller who crossed the wall had to be written down, so he wrote what he could see. Her front half was the colour of hot brick, the same red as the Caddon kilns. Her back half was drawn in black lines, cut into sharp triangles like folded paper, so that the light passed through it and the wall showed behind her tail. Idris asked where she was going. She looked down at Low Harrow, then across at Caddon, and then she lifted one orange foreleg and set it on the wrong side of the stone.

Both villages claimed her. The Harrow children said she was theirs because she was warm, and the Caddon weavers said she was theirs because her tail was cut from their patterns. Idris wrote her down in pencil, then in ink, then rubbed both out. When the clerk finally asked the fox to choose, she jumped the gap in one bound, landing with her red legs on Low Harrow and her black tail still hanging over Caddon.

In the morning the frost on the wall showed her prints running both ways. Idris left the page for her blank, except for one line in his careful hand: Passed, in part.