Realism black and grey tattoo of a snarling lion head covering the back of a hand, with bared teeth and one amber-coloured eye.

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Snarling lion head on the back of a hand

Realism · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph of the back of a hand carrying a large, detailed tattoo of a snarling lion head, with bared fangs, a open mouth and a textured mane that extends up toward the wrist. The shading is smooth and tonal, moving from deep black in the mouth and nose to soft greys across the fur, with an amber-toned eye adding a small touch of colour. The lion fills the frame centrally against the skin, with a blurred grey floor and dark trousers in the background.

Realism Hand Lion Lion head Snarl Teeth Mane Fur Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Hobday had told the men from the council that the stone lion on the gatepost was older than the wall, and nobody in Ashby Fold had ever proved otherwise. Nell Garrow, who kept the walled garden behind the vicarage, went past it every morning with her barrow and her pruning knife, and every morning the lion looked at her the same way: jaw open, teeth worn to nubs, one eye chipped to an amber glaze by a hailstorm in 1952.

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The trouble started in March, when the moles got into the glasshouse beds and the rooks took the sprouting peas. Nell set a snare wire along the bottom of the wall, then forgot where she had put it. Her brother Alfie came up from the village with a spade and a bottle of cider and said the lion ought to be moved to the church porch, where it would frighten the bell-ringers instead of the crows.

They argued over it through the afternoon, sitting on the cold step with the cider between them. Alfie said the lion was a fraud. Nell said that was rich coming from a man who had once sold the vicar a clock that ran backwards. Somewhere in the middle of it she found herself laughing, and the rooks lifted off the far wall all at once, shrieking, and the old stone mouth seemed to take a breath.

She went back to the beds the next morning and found the wire pulled clean out of the soil, coiled neatly on the path. Nobody in the village would admit to it. Nell left it coiled where it lay, and the peas came up green along the wall.