Blue and black peacock tattoo running from the thigh down the calf of a seated woman in a black thong and heels.

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Peacock tattoo running down a leg

Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A large peacock design covers the outer thigh and runs down the shin and calf. The bird's head and upper body are shaded in blue, while the long tail and lower feathers are drawn in black linework with swirling detail. The photograph shows the leg from hip to ankle against a red and beige background, with the subject seated and wearing black heels.

Thigh Calf Peacock Feather Swirl Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Margaret, the bird has taken the 4.10 to Carlisle twice this week, and I have given up trying to explain it to Mr Pryce. It came in on the Tuesday morning goods, in a wicker hamper stencilled LOST PROPERTY, IFFLEY JUNCTION, with no label and no name, only a smell of cedar shavings and something like wet pennies. When I lifted the lid it looked at me the way the signalman looks at a late train. Its neck is blue, the blue of the ink we used to keep in the signal box before they took the good pens away, and the crown on its head stands up like a clerk's pencil behind his ear.

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The tail is what Mr Pryce cannot forgive. It is long enough to sweep the parcels floor, and where it should be feathers there are black swirls, thin as wire, curling back on themselves like the iron scrollwork on the old waiting room gate. Last night I counted the eyes in it, and stopped at forty, because the porter's boy started crying and the cat would not come off the bench.

This morning a woman came to the barrier in a grey coat and asked, very politely, whether we had found a bird. She did not look surprised when I said yes. She only asked us to hold the 7.15 for one minute, and when we did, she walked the length of the platform and simply opened the hamper herself. The bird stepped out, shook its whole tail once, and went up the steps of the carriage as if it had a ticket. She did not look back. Nor did it.

I have kept one feather. It is in my top drawer, under the timetables. Some mornings, when the signal drops, I think I hear the wire-thin rattle of that tail on the platform, and then the 7.15 goes out without anyone on it, which is more than Mr Pryce can say for the last one.