Black smiley face with crossed-out eyes tattooed on the ankle of a bare foot in a white flip-flop, with light blue jeans rolled at the leg.

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Smiley face tattoo on an ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A foot wearing a white flip-flop, with light blue jeans visible at the top of the frame, rests on grey carpet. A bold black outline of a smiley face with crossed-out eyes and a wide smile sits on the ankle and top of the foot. The tattoo is in solid black ink with simple, even lines, and the photo is taken straight on with the foot filling the lower half of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The badge came into the lost property office on a wet Tuesday, pinned to the collar of a lifejacket that smelled of diesel and peppermints, and Doreen Pask decided at once that it was not going to the auction with the umbrellas and the single left wellington.

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It was a yellow button the size of a biscuit: a face with a wide black grin and two eyes crossed out with neat X strokes, as if whoever made it had got tired of looking at the world straight on. Doreen pinned it to her cardigan. Nobody claimed the jacket for six weeks. Then a letter arrived on paper torn from a shipping pad, in capitals that leaned to the left, saying the jacket was not lost, it was retired, and at the bottom was a drawing of the same face.

She wrote back to the address on the envelope, a fish stall at the end of the harbour wall, and one wet afternoon a man called Ivor Gale came up the stairs with his cap in both hands. He had crewed the ferry to Holm for thirty-one years. The badge had gone to a girl who cried at the rail on her first crossing, and he had never seen her again. He asked whether she had been happy on the boat. Doreen said she didn't know, the girl hadn't left a note. Ivor laughed, took the badge off her cardigan, turned it over in his fingers and pinned it back on, crossed eyes and all.

He went down the stairs slowly. Doreen heard him humming the three notes the ferry horn always gave before it pulled away, a tune she had listened to every morning for years without once learning its name.

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