Small fine line tattoo of a coffee cup with wisps of steam on the outer ankle, in dark ink.

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Small coffee cup on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small outline tattoo of a coffee cup with three wisps of steam rising above it sits on the side of a bare ankle. The linework is thin and simple, with no shading, and the ink is a dark tone. The photo is taken close up from a low angle, with a black and white striped flip flop strap crossing the lower part of the frame.

Fine line Ankle Coffee cup Steam Mug Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You want to know about the cup, then. Everybody asks about the cup. Sit down before it goes cold, I've only the one clean spoon left and I'm not washing another till the kettle's behaved itself. It's the same kettle that took a dislike to me in nineteen ninety-one and has been sulking ever since.

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The man who ordered from the hatch every morning at ten to six was called Ruben Adair, and he drove the fish lorry from the quay up to the Leeds market. Black, two sugars, always the same chipped white mug, the one with the blue rim. Forty-odd mornings he came, and then one Tuesday he didn't. The Wednesday, same. I kept pouring anyway. You'd be surprised how many people will let a thing go on being a habit simply because nobody has told them to stop.

Three weeks in, a girl from the chandlery came up the hatch steps with a carrier bag and put it on the counter. Inside was the blue-rimmed mug, washed, with a note tucked under the handle in pencil. It said, Keep it for the next one who's late. So I did. I wipe it out every night and I pour in a little at six, and I leave it on the sill facing the water, where the steam can catch the light off the harbour.

No, he never came back for it. Nobody's ever come back for anything round here. But that's a cup of proper coffee going up in the morning, and that's something, isn't it? Drink yours. I'll hold the door.