Colour tattoo of a green frog with a yellow belly perched on dark red branches, placed on the calf.

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Green frog on a branch on a leg

Calf · Colour · Photo

A green frog with large eyes and a yellow belly sits on a thin branch with dark red twigs that curve across the lower leg. The frog is outlined in dark lines and shaded with darker green on its back and legs. Bright green, yellow and dark red ink sit against pale skin, with the design centred in the frame.

Calf Frog Branch Twig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every spring, when the blackthorn broke white along the edge of Ashgill, the frog came back to the pit-head and chose the same bough, the one that hung over the drift mouth like a hand held out. Old Harrow Dene swore it had been there before the first shaft was sunk. Nobody argued, because nobody argued with a man who had walked out of three roof falls and still whistled on the road home.

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The rule was simple and nobody wrote it down. If the frog sat on the bough, the men went down. If it had gone, they waited at the top with their tea and watched the sky. Its belly was bright as a yolk, and it never blinked when the cage rang. It only turned those big eyes towards the shaft, as though it were counting heads.

One February the frog was gone. The bough stood bare and red-tipped in the rain, and the overman, a hard man called Gale, said the bird-catchers had taken it for a pet and the men should stop being soft. Young Tom Hebden, eighteen and three weeks wed, shouldered his lamp anyway. He was halfway to the cage when a small wet sound came from the hawthorn behind him, and there was the frog, settled on its twig as if it had never left.

Tom stood with one boot on the first rung and looked at it a long time. Then he took his hand off the rail and walked home to his wife. At noon the east face came down with a roar that rattled the cottage crockery, and by teatime the women were carrying blankets to the drift mouth. Tom sat on his front step with his tea going cold and watched the frog, which did not move, and which, for the first time anyone could remember, seemed to look back at him.