Two small matching elephant tattoos on the inner wrists of two hands clasped together, one solid black and one in black fine line outline.

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Matching elephant tattoos on two wrists

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Two hands are clasped so that their inner wrists sit side by side. The tattoo on the left is a small, solid black elephant silhouette with a curled trunk, while the one on the right is a delicate black outline of an elephant facing left. Both designs are set against pale skin, with a soft, shallow focus background and no colour ink.

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Come closer, the both of you, because the big top has been folded up for winter and I will not raise my voice over the sound of the generator. You want to know about the two elephants? Everybody asks. They were not born in the same year, nor in the same country. Matilda came over from a teak station in Burma in a crate with airholes, and Bramble arrived eight months later from a travelling show in Hull that had gone bust. The ringmaster, a man called Osric Pell with a moustache like a broken umbrella, put them in the same stall because it was cheaper than building two.

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They shared that stall for nineteen years. Matilda was the grey one who could lift a pony with her trunk. Bramble was smaller, nearly black from the dust of a hundred wet winters, and she would not lift her front foot until Matilda had touched it with her own. In the last season the circus was down to four acts and a leaking tent, and Pell sold the animals one by one. The buyer for Bramble had a van with a sloping ramp. Matilda stood at the bars with her trunk curled through them and would not let go of the smaller one's ear.

Here is the part the programme never printed. The handler, a girl named Ada Crane who had mucked out since she was twelve, did not sell the wire to the van man. She drew the bolt on the back gate herself, walked the two of them out into a field full of nettles and told them to go on. What happened after that I cannot tell you, because I was not there. I only know what the farmer found in the morning: two long tracks in the frost, running west, one set pressed deep and one set so light it might have been drawn in pencil.

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