Small black and grey dotwork elephant head tattoo on the side of a finger, with red painted nails visible.

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Small elephant head on a finger

Dotwork · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small elephant head faces the viewer, drawn with a front-on view of its ears, eyes, tusks and curled trunk. The shading is built from fine stippled dots, giving soft tonal depth against the skin. The tattoo sits centrally on the finger with plain skin and red nail polish around it on a blurred grey background.

Dotwork Hand Elephant Animal Trunk Tusk

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The elephant came over the wall the week the plums split, which is how Mrs Abernethy knew it was trouble before she saw it. I was up the ladder at the back of Cold Harbour with a bucket of windfalls when I heard the hedge tearing, then a sound like someone blowing into a brass horn left out in the rain.

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He stood on the lawn with his ears spread like wet sails and looked at me with one eye, then the other, as if he were working out which of us was the greater fool. His trunk curled around the sundial. Mrs Abernethy came out with her secateurs held like a sword and said it was the Tuesday man's fault, the one who sold bric-a-brac from a van and once claimed to have owned a travelling circus. I did not argue. The elephant had a tusk chipped at the tip, and I had seen that exact chip in a faded photograph tucked inside a biscuit tin.

We fed him windfalls one at a time until the lawn was pocked with stones and the bees went mad. By dusk he had eaten the roses and most of my patience. Then he lowered himself, slowly, and pressed his forehead against the potting shed, and I understood he had come a long way to find a place where nobody asked him to perform.

In the morning the hedge was open and the lawn was empty, save for a single grey hair caught on the brass of the sundial. Mrs Abernethy swept it into her palm and said nothing. I still keep it folded in my purse, next to the stamps.