Close photograph of a black outline lion cub tattoo with grey shading on the outer ankle and heel of a foot.

Lion cub outline on an ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A lion cub in profile is drawn with a black outline and filled with soft grey shading. The design sits on the outer side of the ankle and heel, shown from a close, slightly angled view. The linework is even and the shading is smooth, with some faint pinkish tones around the edges of the skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom,

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The lion came off the Lisbon boat wrapped in a tarpaulin, and Mr Pardoe swore he had ordered a crate of paraffin, not a cub. It was no bigger than a bolster, with a tail that curled up over its back like a question nobody wanted to answer. The circus man had gone up the gangway before anyone could ask his name. So the cub was ours, the harbour master said so, and Dad said so too, which settled it the way things settle in Porthcombe.

We kept him in the net loft behind the chandlery. He ate pilchards, stole the gulls' bread and slept on Dad's oilskins, which smelt of diesel and everything else. Every evening he stretched his front paws out towards the window and folded himself in half, nose to tail, the way you'd tuck a letter into your coat. Mrs Keast from the fish shop said that was a lion being sad. I said it was a lion being a lion, and she gave me the bad cod for my cheek.

The men came for him on Tuesday. Not the circus, the port authority, with a form and a van with no name on the door. Dad didn't argue. He lifted the cub onto the quay and let him walk, and the cub looked back once, all whiskers and wariness, then picked his way down the slipway into the weed where the tide was turning. I thought he would swim. He didn't. He sat on the bottom step and watched the boats come in.

Write back and tell me what the sea is like out there. I keep thinking about how small he looked against the wet stones, and how straight his back stayed.

Love, Nell

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