Black and grey tattoo of monkeys across a person's stomach, with one monkey's tail curling around the navel, above low-rise jeans.

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Monkeys across a stomach

Other · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows several cartoon-style monkeys across the lower abdomen, with one monkey's tail curled up near the navel, which is built into the design. The linework is bold and outlined with fine hatched shading in black and grey. The white top is lifted to show the stomach, and the blue jeans and a partial waistband label fill the lower part of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hush now, and mind the cabbage row, it's soft where the frost got in. Good. Three monkeys lived in the wall of Mr Tolliver's kitchen garden, back when the bricks were still new and smelled of the kiln. You'll see the place if you look at the old greengage, the one with bark like a sleeping dog.

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Grey Piet was the eldest, and his tail was the envy of the whole wall. It curled up like a fiddlehead fern and he used it for everything: hooking pears off the highest branch, tying the gate latch shut, stealing the gardener's twine to make swings. The youngest, Little Nib, did nothing but hold his brother's hand and squeak at the wasps. Between them sat Sorrel, clever and vain, who had found a hollow in the greengage trunk, round as a teacup and dark as a well.

One August the hollow grew sticky with plum wine, and Sorrel dared Piet to reach in and fetch the bottle old Tolliver had hidden there. Piet flicked out his tail, hooked the neck, and pulled. The bottle would not come, and neither would his tail. He hung there all night, swinging, while the others sang rude songs at the moon, and in the morning Tolliver came out with his tea and laughed until he had to sit down on the step.

They say the tail never fully came free. Piet grew old with his curl pinned to that tree, and each spring the greengage put out a ring of new bark around the hollow, tight and neat, like a knot tied by someone who meant to come back. Tolliver never cut the tree down. Mind your step on the way out, that's the rose he planted to cover it.