Blue glowing outline of a mouse head tattoo on the inner wrist and forearm, photographed under ultraviolet light.

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Glowing mouse head outline on a wrist

Forearm · Colour · Photo

A hand and forearm are shown with a simple mouse head outline tattooed on the inner wrist. Under ultraviolet light the single-line outline glows bright blue against the skin, with a clean, even stroke. The background shows a warm-toned room with a red patterned carpet and an orange sign, and the photo is taken at an angle from the hand side.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Before the cockerel, Mother Hesketh lit the ovens in the bakehouse at the foot of Tanner's Lane, and every morning a grey mouse sat on the flour bin waiting for her. She called it Tuppence because it never took more than that. She left a crust on the sill each night and the mouse took it, and that was the arrangement.

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One winter the sacks ran low and the miller stopped coming up the hill, and the bakehouse went dark at the hour it should have been warm. Hesketh sat on the step with her hands under her apron and said she would not go to bed until the dough rose. The mouse came down from the rafters and walked across the cold floor, and where it walked a faint blue line traced its path, the outline of two round ears and a round head, bright as frost under the moon.

She followed it. It went through the cellar, behind the barrels, and under the loose slate where the miller's boy had hidden a sack of meal to sell in the next village. The blue line stopped at the sack. She did not shout. She carried the sack up the steps, broke off the last crust from the sill, set it down for Tuppence, and went back to the ovens.

By the time the bell rang five the loaves were out and the lane smelled of them, and no one asked her where the flour had come from. Tuppence still sits on the bin each morning. Hesketh used to say that a mouse who knows the way in the dark is worth keeping, even if it never learns to count.