Black and grey geometric tattoo of an elephant covered in tribal patterns, placed on the outer thigh.

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Ornate patterned elephant on the thigh

Geometric · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a front-facing elephant with its trunk curling down the leg, its head and body filled with dense bands of geometric and tribal ornament. The linework is fine and even, with shaded grey areas giving depth to the ears and legs. The design wraps around the thigh, and the photo is taken straight on against a plain background.

Geometric Thigh Elephant Tribal pattern Geometric pattern Trunk Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair pitched on the water meadows outside Market Deeping the week the chestnuts dropped, and by Tuesday Mr Pell had the carved elephant laid out on trestles behind the tea tent, its trunk curled like a bracken frond. You hold the pot of Indian ink steady while he works, because your hands are steadier than his now that the tremor has crept into his wrists.

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He never draws the same pattern twice. Zigzag bands run across the forehead and down the flanks, lozenges and rings crowd where the ears fold, and every line has to meet its neighbour without a gap, because the fairground lads will hunt for gaps and tell the whole county about them. The council wanted the ride painted over in regulation pink. Pell said he would be dead before they got a brush near it, and he has not been wrong about much since 1931.

Mrs Garrod, who owns the ride, sold it on Saturday to a man from Spalding who wants it crated for Monday. So on Sunday night, with the generator coughing and the other wagons dark, you sit on an upturned crate and work the rigger brush into the ear rings alone. Near dawn you find the one patch Pell left unmarked, a grey oval on the left foreleg where the shading never got finished.

He is asleep in the caravan when you come back to it. You fill the oval with the smallest circle you can manage, a sun or an eye, and when the light comes up the elephant looks back at you across the wet canvas as if it has been waiting for exactly that line.