Small black outline cross tattoo in fine line style on the side of an ankle, beside a white canvas high-top trainer.

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Small outline cross on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small outline cross with ornate, flared ends sits on the side of an ankle. The thin black linework is clean and even, with no shading, and the design is set against plain pale skin. The shot is taken at an angle with a dark trouser leg and a white canvas trainer in frame, and a warm, faded filter is applied.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came sideways across the market by eleven, and the tarpaulins over the book stalls began to sag like wet bread. I had a crate of church ephemera on my knees, hymn numbers, a box of brass candle snuffers, and a cast-iron finial the size of a teacup that a man had left with me on Thursday and never come back for.

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It was a cross, but not a plain one. Each arm flared at the end into a small fleur of iron, the sort of thing a village smith might cut from a pattern he'd copied off a churchyard gate. I had rubbed the rust off with a wire brush on the back step, and underneath were a set of initials and a year, 1887, struck so lightly you'd miss them unless you tilted it toward the lamp.

On Saturday the man came back, soaked to the knees, and asked whether it had sold. I said no. He asked the price, and I told him the truth, which was that I had been waiting for someone to ask me what it was for. He looked at the cross for a long time while the rain drummed on the canvas, then said his great-grandfather had forged the gate at St Mary's before the bombs took the rest of the lychgate.

I wrapped it in yesterday's crossword, pressed his notes back into his palm, and kept the initials to myself. Some things are worth more to the person who finds them than to the person who sells them, and I have shifted enough brass to know the difference. The next wet morning I set out the snuffers and the hymn boards and left a gap on the trestle where the cross had been, and the rain filled it all day.

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