Two small solid black silhouettes of birds in flight tattooed on the back of a hand, beside a beaded bracelet.

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Two birds in flight on the hand

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the back of a hand with two small black bird silhouettes in flight, one above and to the left of the other, with wings spread. The birds are solid black with simple outlines and little interior detail. The skin is pale and the background is blurred, with a blue garment and a wooden floor visible, and a beaded bracelet sits on the wrist.

Hand Bird Wing Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ottilie Vane counted the feed sacks for the third time that morning, as if the number might change if she looked away. Forty-one, down from ninety in August. The big top sagged over the Lincolnshire field like a tired horse, and the wind kept finding its torn seams. Only the doves were still paying their way. Castor and Pollux, her late husband's pair, were the last act on the bill, and they had learned to climb the air above the ring and come down again to a whistle.

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Thomas Reade, the ringmaster, wanted them sold to a fancier in Boston. He said it kindly, leaning on the ticket booth with his hat in his hands. Ottilie told him the birds were not for sale and that she would sooner sell the wagons. He nodded at the wagons, which had no wheels left worth mentioning, and said nothing more.

On the last night of the season she opened the loft door and did not clap or call. The crowd was thin, a few families and a man with a dog. She simply lifted the lid of the cage. Castor went first, a black shape against the lamps, wings wide, then Pollux beside him, the two of them tilting over the empty benches as if they had rehearsed it for years.

They did not come down. Ottilie stood in the sawdust until the lamps were turned off one by one, then walked out to the field where the sacks were stacked. Above the hedge two dark marks crossed the last of the light, one a little higher than the other, and then the dusk took them.