Two mirrored black and grey dinosaur skull tattoos with fern fronds across the upper chest and shoulders.

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Twin dinosaur skulls with ferns on chest

Realism · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

Two mirror-image dinosaur skulls with open jaws and visible teeth sit across the upper chest and shoulders of a person whose face is out of frame. Fine shading builds up the bone texture and eye sockets, with fern fronds fading into the skin around them. The image is in black and grey, with a black strapless top below the tattoos.

Realism Botanical Chest Shoulder Dinosaur Skull Fern Leaves Teeth

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crate came off the goods train at Wrexley Junction with its lid already loose, which Mr Pell said was the railway's fault and I said was the damp's. Inside, packed in straw gone the colour of weak tea, were two skulls nose to nose in the dark, as though they had been arguing when somebody shut the lid.

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Both were tyrannosaur heads, or near enough, jaws hinged open and teeth still set in rock the colour of wet slate. Fern impressions ran through the matrix on either side, feathered and fading where the stone gave up. I spent three weeks with a dental pick and a goose-feather brush freeing them, and by the second week I had stopped minding the cold in the back room and started minding the mirror. Every ridge on the left skull had its twin on the right, reversed, as if someone had pressed a sheet of paper over the first and lifted it away.

Pell wanted them catalogued as one specimen under one number. I refused. The ferns were the wrong ferns for those strata, I told him, and the right lower jaw had been broken and glued long before anyone dug it up. He took the glue as a confession. He left me the key to the back room and the timetable taped to the door, and on the Thursday the eleven-forty ran late I sat on the platform bench with my notes and a cup of station tea, watching the rails shine like two blades laid side by side.

When the crate went back on the Friday goods, I packed the right-hand skull into fresh straw and sent it north. The left one I kept on my desk, jaws open towards the window, so that whichever of them was ever looked at would have the other one in sight across the gap.