Small black and grey shaded rabbit tattoo on a forearm, with the rabbit seated and its head turned to the side.

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Small shaded rabbit tattoo on an arm

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small rabbit is tattooed on the inner side of an arm, shown seated with its back partly to the viewer and its head turned towards the right. The animal is rendered in soft grey shading with fine outlines, giving the ears and body some depth. The ink is only black and grey, set against warm-toned skin and a blurred patterned background.

Forearm Rabbit Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rabbits came over on the Thursday boat, two of them in a wicker hamper marked FRAGILE in Mr Lowther's careful capitals. By the Monday the grey one had eaten the sea kale off the north wall, and the warden's wife had threatened us with the fishmonger's cat. I took the doe up to the top of the cliff path because nobody else wanted her, and she sat in the bracken with her back to the sea as if the mainland were the rude one.

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All that summer I brought her carrot tops and heels of bread from the bakery van. She learned my whistle before she learned her name, which Dad insisted was Pansy and I insisted was Ferry. Every evening I watched the last crossing from the headland. The boat shrank to a grey smudge on the water, and the doe would turn her head to follow it, ears flat, nose working, the same way she turned for the bread.

In October the gulls came in thick and the Thursday boat did not come at all. The storm took the jetty planks and half the hamper shed. Dad and I walked the cliff with a torch, calling, and found her under the lighthouse steps, dry and unhurt, sitting with her shoulder to the wind and her face to the empty channel, waiting like someone who had been promised a return.

She is still there, or her grandchildren are. When the mainland boat nudges in on a Thursday I climb the path and stand where she used to sit, and I do not look at the water. I look at the bracken, where a small pale shape is turning its head.