Small black outline of a cactus tattoo on an ankle, with rolled denim jeans above and a sandy desert behind.

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Outline cactus on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small cactus with two arms is drawn in a single thin black outline on the side of an ankle. The linework is clean and even, with no shading, and the tattoo sits against pale skin. Rolled light-blue denim sits above it, and a flat, sandy desert with distant hills and a clear sky fills the background.

Fine line Ankle Cactus Desert Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tomas, the bus from Tabernas dropped me at the crossroads at noon, and I walked the last four kilometres with your old canvas bag on my shoulder because the strap was the only thing I could find that did not smell of diesel. Mother will tell you I was foolish. She is probably right, but the hills were the colour of biscuit and the sky was so clean it hurt, and I kept thinking of the cactus on the windowsill in Granada that you swore would die the week you left it.

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It did not die. Señora Ruiz had watered it with the dregs of her coffee, which she says is the secret, and it had put out a third arm as thick as my thumb. I took a cutting from the base of the second arm, wrapped it in newspaper, and asked her to let it dry for a fortnight before she planted it. She laughed at me, but she did it, and the cutting is in my coat pocket now, sealed in a jam jar with a lid punched for air.

I am writing this at the monastery gate, where the monks sell honey and nothing else. Brother Anselmo sat with me on the bench and said a cactus does not hurry, which is the first sensible thing anyone has told me since I left home. He asked whose it was. I said it was yours, really, and he nodded as though that explained a great deal.

The sun is going down behind the ridge now and the ground has gone the colour of cooling bread. I will plant the cutting at the edge of the herb garden tomorrow, where the brothers say the soil drains best. If it takes, I will send you a photograph. If it does not, you may tell Mother I was right about the coffee.