Sketchy black and orange tattoo of a seated hare with red wheat stalks and cross marks on a limb.

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Sketch-style hare with red wheat stalks

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A seated hare in profile fills the centre of the design, drawn with loose black linework and grey shading. Orange and red washes sit behind and around the animal, with red wheat stalks and small red crosses framing it on either side. The composition is vertical and the splashes of colour give the piece a loose, painterly look.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Harrigan had walked the headland path to the pit wall every morning since her brother went down the shaft in March and did not come up for six hours. The men called the hare the Pit Dog, though it was no dog. It sat at the edge of the wheat field above the winding gear, ears laid flat along its back, and watched the cage rise and fall.

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The strike had run eleven weeks when the field was cut. The farmer, Dobson, let the poorest families glean the stubble, and Nell went out with a sack, her youngest, Tom, and a pocketful of matches for the cold. She found the hare crouched in the last standing sheaf, and it did not run. Its eye was round and wet and held hers. When she reached for it, the stalks around its flank had gone rust-red from the spoil heaps, or so she told herself.

Arthur came up the path that evening, grey to the eyebrows, with news that the owners would meet the union on Thursday. She didn't believe it until she saw his hands shake round the cup. "It was in the field," she said. "It let me near it." He laughed and said hares only sat still when they were sick. She said nothing. Before bed she drew a red cross of chalk on the cottage door, the way her grandmother had done in the flu year, and tucked a sheaf of wheat over the lintel.

Thursday came. The meeting ran long, and the shift bell rang early for the men who had gone back. Nell stood at the wall with Tom on her hip and watched the cage come up empty, then full, then slow. Arthur stepped out with soot on his cheek and the same grin he had at nine. Behind him, in the stubble, the hare went over the field in one long leap and was gone.