Small black and grey shaded triceratops tattoo on the side of the ribs, with a lace edge of clothing visible above it.

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Small triceratops tattoo on the side ribs

Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A small triceratops is shown in shaded black and grey ink, facing left with its frill, three facial horns and tail clearly outlined. The shading gives the body some volume against the light skin, and the tattoo sits alone against plain skin. The photograph is taken at a close angle with soft lighting and a lace garment edge at the top of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at Aldgate Primary ever saw the triceratops leave Ivy Harker's pencil case until the summer she stopped bringing it. It was a stubby grey thing the size of a conker, whittled from bog oak by her grandad, who kept a workshop above the chippy on Mill Lane and smelled permanently of linseed. Three horns, one frill, a tail that curled like a question mark. Ivy said it was called Stanley and that it guarded the pencils, which was why nobody else's pencils ever went missing.

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Twenty-two years later the reunion was held in the function room of the Royal Oak, where the carpet still had the same swirls and the buffet came on foil trays. Ivy spotted Callum Doyle by the raffle table, bald now and wearing a fleece with a builder's firm stitched on the chest. He had been the one who took Stanley in the spring of Year Six, hid it in his plimsoll, and swore blind he hadn't. She had cried in the cloakroom about it for a week.

She walked over with a plate of sausage rolls and no preamble. 'You still owe me a dinosaur.' He went red to the ears, then unlaced a worn trainer and tipped a small grey shape into his palm, its horns rubbed smooth by sock and time. 'Never told anyone,' he said. 'Every time I got sent to the head, I held it in my pocket. Figured it might bite back.' Ivy laughed, and the laugh surprised them both.

She kept Stanley in her coat pocket all the way home on the 47 bus, thumb moving over the frill. At the kitchen table she set him beside the kettle, tail curled, facing the window, and for the first time in decades the pencil case stayed shut.