Black and grey fine line and dotwork tattoo of a running hare with dotted geometric lines and the words MAKE YOUR LUCK, on a person's upper back.

Running hare with geometric lines on upper back

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A hare is shown mid-stride in profile, its ears back and legs stretched, drawn with fine black linework and stippled shading across its fur. Dotted geometric lines, diamonds and two circles frame the animal, and the phrase MAKE YOUR LUCK sits in small spaced capitals above and below the body. The design is entirely black and grey and is centred on the upper back.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hare came out of the stubble like something thrown, and Mr Pell swore afterwards it was the finest bet he had never placed. I was twelve that spring, running slips from the back parlour of the Crown to the bookie on Sheep Street, and I had a shilling of my own riding on the Hollins grey.

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Pell chalked the same three words on the slate above the bar every Saturday, MAKE YOUR LUCK, the letters spaced out as if he were paying for each one by the inch. "Luck's not handed out, Nell," he told me, though I had given him my name a dozen times. "You go out on the Marsh and take it off the field. The dog's just a tool. The hare decides." He had lost two houses to that philosophy and still wore a waistcoat to every meet.

The Hollins grey went wide on the turn, and the hare, which had been running in a long clean line toward the hedge, folded back through the gap between the dogs. Its legs were stretched flat and its ears laid down, and for one second it hung over the furrows as though the whole field had tilted to hold it up. Then it was gone into the rushes, and the grey was snuffing at a stile.

That night Pell wiped the slate and wrote the words again, smaller, because the chalk had worn thin. I told him I had lost my shilling. He said he had known from my face before I reached the door. "Still," he said, tapping the board, "you saw it go." I walked home along the drain road with the lamps coming on, and I found myself counting my steps the way the hare had run, long and low, toward the dark.