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Owl and feather headdress portrait on forearm
Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo
A woman's face with heavy eyeliner, a forehead dot pattern and a long side braid is framed by a feathered headdress, with a large owl perched at the top. Bold black outlines and solid colour fills dominate, with red and orange feathers, yellow tones and black shading. A beaded necklace runs down the lower part of the design, ending in a red gemstone-style bead near the wrist.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Drink your tea and don't look at me like that. You see the owl on the fence post past the pumps? That's Nell's owl, or it was before Nell went off to the coast. She kept the night stretch of the Sand Cutting road back when there was nothing out there but mile posts and dust that came in sideways, and she wore her feathers like a lorry driver wears a cap, so the lads would know who to flag down.
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Her beads were bottle caps and dried seed pods strung on wire, and they rattled when she walked, so you always heard her coming before you saw her lamp. The owl rode her shoulder by day and went ahead of her by night, flying low over the verge to find anyone stuck in a ditch. Nobody ever asked how a bird knew where a car had died. You didn't ask Nell things like that. You just followed the feathers.
One February a salesman called Harold Pyle ran his tank dry a mile short of the old well, and his phone had no signal for hours. Nell was asleep in her cab. The owl came and sat on his bonnet and would not stop calling, and every time Harold tried to drive off, it flew a little way and waited, until he gave up and walked the right way with his torch.
Harold posted a jiffy bag to the petrol station a month later. Inside was a single red feather and a note in careful capitals: TELL THE OWL I'M SORRY I SWORE AT IT. Nell never got it. She left for the coast that spring. The owl stayed on that post all the same, watching the bend, as if somebody still owed it a thank you.
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