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Tightrope walker and alligator on upper arm
Traditional · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo
A woman in a patterned dress holds a red parasol while balancing on a rope between two poles, above an open-jawed alligator rising from water with lily pads. The right half shows the tattoo healed on an upper arm, with bold outlines, solid black fills, grey shading and sunburst rays behind the moon-like circle. The left half shows the original coloured flash design on paper for comparison.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Mavis Pryce would not step out onto the wire until the wind dropped off the Wash, and the rope had been damp since Tuesday. Dolly, the alligator, lay in the tank below it the way a sleeping dog lies under a kitchen table, patient and unimpressed, waiting for someone to fall in. The lily pads Eddie had floated for the crowd were already turning brown at their edges.
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Mavis carried the red parasol like other women carried hymn books. Her mother had sewn the dress from a parlour curtain in Hull, pale star-flowers blurred by years of washing, and Mavis swore the pattern kept her eyes on something other than the drop. Each evening when the lamps went up round the field, she walked the rope between the brass-topped poles while Dolly lifted her head, slow as a drawbridge, to watch her cross.
On the last night of the season the rope went slack at the halfway mark. Mavis felt it through her soles before she saw it, a small sag like a hammock taking a weight, and she stopped with one foot lifted. The moon had slid clear of the marquee roof and was sitting on the water, and Dolly was not looking at her at all. Dolly was looking at the moon, the way you might look at a fish you could never quite reach.
Mavis did not hurry. She opened the parasol with one hand, let its red shadow settle over the tank, and stood there until the moon drifted off the water and the rope tightened again under her. Then she walked the last six paces home, and when she reached the pole Eddie was waiting with his cap in his hands, saying nothing, which was the kindest thing anyone had done for her all summer.
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