Black and grey realism tattoo of a rhinoceros standing on grass, placed on the upper arm.

Rhinoceros on the upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A rhinoceros stands three-quarters forward on a patch of grass, with its head lowered and its horn prominent. The image uses fine, detailed linework and soft grey shading to show the creature's skin folds, ear and eye. The design is entirely black and grey and fills most of the upper arm, with a green fabric sleeve visible in the background.

Realism Upper arm Grass Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rhino had stood in the middle of the Gorrow road since the rains broke, and by the third morning the lorry drivers had stopped honking at it. Hester Vane parked her tea truck fifty yards back, wound down the window and watched its ears flick at the dust. It was not grazing. It stood square on the verge with its head lowered, as though the road had said something rude about its mother.

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Her uncle always claimed rhinos were short-sighted and therefore unpredictable, but this one kept turning its good eye toward the culvert, never toward her. She climbed down with a flask and sat on the bumper. Nothing moved for an hour except the flies. Then a thin, wet bleat rose from the ditch, and the animal shifted its weight to block the sound from her.

A calf, no bigger than a rain barrel, had one hind leg bound in wire that someone had strung across the culvert to catch something for the pot. It thrashed and screamed. The mother lowered her head further and did not charge, though every line of her body said she could. Hester went back to the cab for the wire cutters, the ones her father had kept oiled for thirty years and still somehow rusted.

She crept forward on her knees, murmuring the only Swahili she trusted, which was mostly the names of biscuits. The wire parted with a snap. The calf rolled, scrambled up and pressed itself under its mother's flank. The rhino lifted her head, considered Hester for a long moment, then turned and walked her calf into the long grass, leaving the road clear for the first lorry of the morning.