Back view of a person with long wavy hair, showing a small black fine line outline of an elephant tattoo on the upper back near the shoulder.

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Small elephant outline on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A small elephant facing left is drawn in a single thin black outline on the upper back, near the shoulder blade. The linework is even and unshaded, with the body, trunk and legs shown as a simple silhouette. The skin is pale and the background is a plain indoor setting with a wooden surface and a wall, and the person's long wavy hair falls across the upper part of the frame.

Fine line Back Elephant Animal Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tin elephant came to Hollin Bottom in the back of a showman's cart, the year the bridge flooded, and it was you who was given the job of carrying it up to the hall because nobody else would touch it. It weighed no more than a loaf, but it was cold in a way metal should not be, and its trunk had been folded flat against its chest like a man holding his breath. Mrs Ashdown counted the coins the showman owed, said he could keep his beast, and so it sat on the vestry windowsill with its face to the road.

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Each morning you found it turned round. Each morning you moved it back. On the ninth day the sexton swore he had seen it walk, which was nonsense, and you laughed at him, but that evening you carried it out past the last stile in the rain, where the beeches start and the path goes soft. You set it under the big oak where the track forks, facing the trees, and you did not look back, because the rain was down your collar and your mother was calling from the lane.

In the morning the stile was dry on top and the vestry windowsill was empty. There was only a line of prints in the mud at the fork, round and deep, going left into the wood, one after another, as neat as stitches. Nobody else in Hollin Bottom followed them. The showman never came back for his debt.

You still cross the lane looking left first, out of habit, though the trees there have been cut for timber twice since. Some evenings you think you hear something large breathing easy in the bracken, and you let it be, because a thing that has chosen its direction deserves to keep it.