Two bare feet seen from behind, with black lettering tattoos reading Heels on the left heel and Down on the right heel, in a script style.

Heels and Down script tattoos on the heels

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the backs of two bare feet, with the heels in focus and a dark background. The word Heels is tattooed on the left heel and the word Down on the right, both in flowing black script with fine, even linework. The ink is solid black against the skin, and the warm, slightly soft lighting keeps the composition simple.

Lettering Other Heel Feet Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now you'll want to know how Biscuit came to be the only horse in Thornbury that would carry a Penhale across the common without a fuss, and I'll tell you, though my knees say I'm too old for stories and my mouth says otherwise. Mind the stove, Edie, and fetch us the good tea.

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The summer young Ruth Coker came up from the farm at Lydd, she was all elbows and temper, and she had been thrown by every pony in the county. Old Mr Harker at the livery stable took one look at her and said the trouble was her feet. They were forever climbing up to meet the stirrup like they were after a cat in a tree. Heels down, he said, heels down, and he said it so often the lads at the forge started saying it to the anvil.

Biscuit was a grey cob with a mouth like iron and a notion that the common belonged to him. Nobody stayed on him past the gate. Ruth got up one wet Saturday and he went off like a shot from a bow, through the hawthorns and down past the mill race, and she came back at a walk two hours later, soaked to the skin and not crying. I asked her how. She said she had stopped kicking him and pressed her heels down like she was standing her ground on a cold floor, and the cob had felt it and thought better of himself.

Harker never gave her a prize for it. He just nodded, took her pound for the hire, and chalked Heels down on the board by the tack room door, underlined twice, where it stayed until the rain took it. Ruth went off to London the year after, and every time she came home she'd stand in that doorway and say the two words under her breath like a prayer she'd been taught. Pass me that biscuit tin, Edie, and mind you don't eat them all.