Black and grey fine line tattoo of a small lion cub beside the script words Remember who you are, placed on the top of a foot near the ankle.

Lion cub and script quote on foot

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small shaded lion cub sits curled at the left of the design, with the words Remember who you are in thin cursive script running to the right. The linework is fine and the cub is shaded in grey tones, with the lettering in dark grey or black ink. The tattoo sits on the top of a bare foot against a grey carpet, with the lower leg in denim jeans at the top of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Ankle Lion cub Lion Script Quote Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The officer at Halvary turned the biscuit tin over in his gloved hands and frowned at the rattle inside. Nell had packed it herself: her father's reading glasses, a bus timetable from 1987, and the small pewter lion he had carried in his coat pocket for as long as she could remember. "Anything to declare?" he asked, in careful English.

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She said no, then changed her mind. "It's my dad's," she said. "He used to say it at the end of every phone call. Remember who you are." The officer's mouth moved, not quite a smile. He lifted the lid and tilted it so the strip light caught the cub, curled as if it had been asleep for years, and he rubbed its flat back with his thumb the way her father used to test a loaf.

He closed the tin and handed it back. Then he called after her as she reached the barrier: "Your father is waiting on the other side?" She stopped under the grey awning. Behind her the hills were already going blue. She thought of the ashes they had scattered above the reservoir in March, and how the tin had not grown any lighter since.

She stepped over the painted line with the tin tucked under one arm. The lion's tail had hooked itself on the strap of her bag, and she left it there. For the first time in a week she said the words aloud to nobody in particular, and the wind carried them off towards the hills.