Fine line black elephant tattoo on the inner wrist, shown beside a braided bracelet and a maroon jumper sleeve.

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Single line elephant on the inner wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single continuous black line forms an elephant in profile, with a dot for the eye and the trunk curled up toward the head. The linework is even and thin, with no shading, and the ink is solid black on pale skin. The wrist fills the frame with a braided bracelet in pastel shades on the left and a dark red sleeve at the bottom right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift in Harrow Point had been broken since Tuesday, so Maud Pryce took the stairs with her shopping bag knocking against her knee. On the fourth-floor landing a boy sat cross-legged with an exercise book open on his lap, tongue caught between his teeth, drawing without once lifting his pen.

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"You can't do that," she said, stopping to catch her breath. "Nobody draws anything in one go." He turned the book round. An elephant looked back at her in a single unbroken line, its trunk curled up toward its head like a question mark, a dot for the eye. "It's a rule," Idris said. "Lift the pen and it goes wrong." He lived in flat 19 with his gran, who worked nights at the hospital and slept through the afternoons with the curtains drawn.

Maud had a tin of pencils that had belonged to her husband Ted, who used to sketch tugboats on the backs of bingo tickets. She sat down on the cold step beside the boy and tried. Her line wobbled, then snagged, and she lifted the pencil and started again at the ear. The elephant she produced had a gap where its back leg should have been. Idris laughed, not unkindly, and said that was where it had wandered off the page to look for water.

The lift was mended the following week. Maud pinned the drawing to her fridge with a magnet shaped like Blackpool Tower, and for a while she thought no more of it. Then one morning she stepped into the mirrored lift on her way down and found the elephant again, drawn in green marker across the glass in one continuous stroke, its dot eye fixed on her reflection. Underneath, in small careful capitals, someone had written STILL GOING.

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