Black and grey fine line tattoo of a beaded anklet with a small heart, with a shaded feather swirl on the top of a foot near the ankle.

Heart anklet and feather tattoo on a foot

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a bare foot and ankle, with one leg crossed over the other against a dark quilted background. A thin, beaded line resembling an anklet wraps the ankle and runs down to a small heart charm, then continues to a shaded, swirling feather or flame motif on the top of the foot. The work is in black and grey, with fine linework for the beads and chain and softer shading for the feather.

Fine line Ankle Anklet Heart Bead Feather Swirl Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sea fog had come in again by six, so I laid the breakfast tables by lamplight and counted spoons. Mrs Pryce in room four had already complained about the damp, and the lodger in the attic had left the back door open twice that week, which is how the gulls got into the scullery and took the bacon rind off the sill. I was never one for omens, but I did notice that a loose chain turned up on the stair carpet the same morning the Ferris family left without settling their account.

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It was a fine thing, a beaded chain no longer than my finger, with a little silver heart hanging from it like a tear that had thought better of falling. Someone had pulled it off in the night, or it had snagged on a bedspring. I put it in the saucer by the register and forgot it until the Tuesday, when the boy from the chandler's came asking whether we'd had any lost property, because his sister had been crying over a birthday present.

I told him no, and then I didn't. I kept the chain in my apron pocket and walked down to the harbour wall at low water, where feathers come in on the tide with the weed. I found a grey one caught on the rail, its barbs curled like a flame that had burned down to ash. I tied the chain round its quill with the knot my father used for mooring lines and set it back on the stones.

By evening the wind had gone round to the west. The boy came back with his sister, and I handed them the chain, feather and all, and watched the girl's face go from wary to bright. Some things sit in the wrong place for a while before anyone thinks to look for them.