Hare in a blue coat holding a teacup

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A grey hare with wide yellow eyes stands upright in a blue coat, holding a white teacup and saucer in one paw while a second paw rests near a brown and green patterned object. The fur is rendered with soft, layered shading and the coat with blue and teal tones, giving a painted look. The figure fills the frame against a plain skin background, with the ears extending to the top edge.

Realism Upper arm Hare Rabbit Teacup Saucer

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been falling on Tollgate Market since before the fishmongers packed up, and by four o'clock the cobbles ran like a cold river between the stalls. I stood under my striped awning with a saucer balanced on one palm, pouring for anyone brave enough to stop. Nobody did. A hare in a good blue coat is either a conjuror or a con, and the town had decided long ago which I was.

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Then Mrs Okonedo from the haberdashery came splashing up the hill with a parcel under her arm, and she did stop. She didn't want tea. She wanted her brother's pocket watch, the one he'd left with me in March against a bag of Assam, and she wanted it before the bell at St Aldous struck five. I told her the watch was in the drawer beneath the tin of pennies, where it had always been. She didn't believe me. Neither, I suspected, did the watch.

She took the cup anyway, because rain makes people thirsty for anything warm. She sipped, and her shoulders dropped, and for a moment her face looked like a girl's again, standing in a kitchen that smelled of toast. She set the cup down. The saucer rang against the wood like a small bell, and the rain over Tollgate simply stopped, the way a conversation does when someone at the back of the room says your name.

I opened the drawer. The watch was there, ticking, its glass fogged with the breath of a hundred market days. I wrapped it in a handkerchief, handed it across the counter, and put the kettle back on. Across the square the last of the stall lights came on one by one, and I poured a second cup for nobody in particular.