Small solid black bird silhouette tattoo on the side of a person's neck, above the collarbone, with a black leather jacket at the neckline.

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Small bird silhouette near the collarbone

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

A small, solid black silhouette of a bird in flight sits on the side of the neck above the collarbone. The shape is simple with no interior detail, and the ink is a deep, uniform black against pale skin. The close crop frames the neck, jaw and a black leather jacket with a zip, with the tattoo placed slightly off centre.

Neck Bird Silhouette Neck Collarbone

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swift came down over the Ferrier Canal every night after the bells, and nobody in Dellhaven could say where it roosted. Old Maud at the lock swore it was the last bird to see the bridge fall in the flood of her girlhood, and that it kept circling the wharves because it had dropped something there and could not stop looking for it. The boatmen laughed. They stopped laughing the winter the gulls left.

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Ada Penrose was eleven and had no patience for grief she had not earned. She strung fishing line between two railings on Crane Street, baited it with a crust soaked in tallow, and sat on the cold step with her knees pulled up under her coat. The swift saw the trap and swung wide. It dipped past the gas lamps and the chandler's painted anchor, and she heard its wings before she saw it, a dry sound like pages turned in an empty church.

When she finally climbed the clock tower to get a better look, the bird was waiting on the parapet with the whole sky behind it. Up close it had no colour at all. It was cut out of the dark, one solid shape with no eye she could find, and the wind off the river lifted its wing a little as if asking her a question. She did not answer. She sat beside it until the lamps below went out one by one.

When the clock struck two it opened its wings and went up into the black, and she was left with a single feather caught in the stitching of her collar. She still has it. Maud says the bird chose her to remember the bridge, and Ada says that is nonsense, but she keeps the feather pressed flat inside her school atlas all the same.