Black and grey realism tattoo of a roaring dinosaur head with claws on the side of a neck, set against a crosshatched background.

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Roaring dinosaur on the side of the neck

Realism · Neck · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a snarling dinosaur head with open jaws, bared teeth and a clawed foreleg, with a second clawed limb near the bottom edge. The forms are rendered with fine shading and highlights, and loose crosshatched strokes fill the background behind the head. The design is entirely black and grey and sits on the side of a woman's neck, with her red hair and a green top framing the shot.

Realism Neck Dinosaur Teeth Claw

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are sent to fetch the last of the Bramleys before the wasps get them, and Mr Pardoe's dog will not come out from under the hedge. The orchard is hot, the grass gone the colour of straw, the windfalls split and humming. Beyond the wall the ground drops to the old chalk quarry, which has been turned over every summer since your grandfather was a boy.

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Your cousin Tom swears there is a thing in the hedge bottom, a long grey head with a mouth like a rusted gate. You say nothing. You are fourteen, and you have heard the quarrymen's stories about the teeth they dug out of the clay and sold to a dealer in Maidstone who never paid them. Tom pokes at the brambles with a stick. Something shifts beneath the leaves, a breath like a bellows, and the dog bolts out yelping and does not stop until it reaches the gate.

Nothing else comes. There is only a dark crack in the chalk, a ribbon of cold air, and on the wall beside it a row of scratches cut deep into the stone, one for each year someone has bothered to count. You count them. The last mark is only half finished, as if whoever made it had been called away in the middle of the stroke.

You pick up the basket. Tom asks whether you will tell your mum. You say you will tell her the dog found a rabbit, and you carry the apples up the slope with the wasps circling your head, not looking back, because the hedge has gone quiet and you know exactly how long it will stay that way.