Full-colour realistic tattoo of a peacock feather with teal, purple, pink and yellow eye detail, shown on a limb.

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Peacock feather on a limb

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A peacock feather is shown with a shaded teal and purple plume curling around a detailed eye of yellow, pink, purple and blue. Soft gradients and fine highlights give the feather a dimensional, realistic look, while the lower quill is rendered in softer grey-brown shading. The feather fills the frame against the skin, with the tip sweeping up toward the top left.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernethy kept the boarding house at the top of Gull Steps and never once let a guest carry their own trunk up the stairs. So when the lodger in number nine came down with a peacock feather tucked in his hatband and no trunk at all, she took the feather off him and hung it on the kitchen hook to dry.

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"Keep it away from the bread," she told her granddaughter Nell, who was nine and had opinions about everything. "Feathers that have been looked at too long go strange." Nell asked what that meant. Mrs Abernethy said it meant the eye in the middle was still watching the sea, and the sea had taken a great deal from the town over the years, so it was as well to keep one thing in the house that noticed.

That night the wind came round to the east and the boarders' boots went missing from the back step, one pair at a time. Nell sat up in the scullery with the feather and the lamp and waited. Near midnight the eye turned, slow as a tide, and she saw the lodger's footprints leading out across the wet sand toward the reef, where a lantern bobbed against the rocks. She ran down in her nightgown and her mother's wellingtons, and out past the groyne she found a man in a grey coat wading knee-deep, handing boots to the water one at a time as if paying a toll. Nell held up the feather. The eye caught the lantern and flared green, then violet, then a deep blue like the hour before dawn, and the man stopped, looked at it, and sat down on the rock like someone let off a long debt.

"Tell her I'm sorry about the boots," he said.

Mrs Abernethy never did ask where the lodger went. The feather stayed on its hook, and the bread stayed dry.