Small black outline heart tattoo on an ankle, above a black stiletto court shoe, on a pavement background.

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Small outline heart on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of a bare ankle and foot in black stiletto court shoes, with dark cropped trousers above. A small heart is drawn in a thin, single black outline on the side of the ankle. The tattoo is in black ink only and sits in the centre of the frame against soft, out-of-focus grey pavement and buildings.

Fine line Ankle Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The heel came off in my hand before I'd even said good morning, which is how most of my Tuesdays start. Stilettos from a shop on Lambeth Walk, the kind of heels that get walked on kerbs and rained on and never forgiven. Nell, who runs the counter at Hollis & Daughter Repairs, pushed the shoes across to me with two fingers, as if they might bite. "Fix them or bin them," she said. "Madam wants them by Friday."

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I took the pair to the bench under the window and turned the left shoe over under the lamp. The tread was worn to nothing on one side, and the tip had a crack you could slide a fingernail into. Most people would have written them off, but there was a little stamp inside the heel, a faded pressed heart that some long-dead factory had put there for no reason except that they could. I remember thinking that whoever bought these new must have loved them enough to pay for the heart to go in.

Working the glue into the seam, I started thinking about my own wedding shoes, which I wore once and then hid in a hatbox for thirty years. Then I thought about how the cheapest shoes in the world get the best care from whoever ends up mending them, which is nonsense, but it kept my hands steady.

Friday came. I'd rebuilt the heel with a block of hard rubber and tipped it in black, and I'd rubbed the stamp with a soft cloth so the heart showed up plain again. When Nell carried them back to the counter I heard her laugh, then go quiet. "Dad, come and look at this," she said. I didn't look up. I'd already put the kettle on.