Two tattoos on a pair of calves: a colourful patchwork figure with red hair on the left and a black and grey tall figure with a bird-like head on the right.

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Two character figures on lower legs

Calf · Mixed · Photo

Two full-length character figures are tattooed side by side on the calves of two legs, shown against a light blue surface. The figure on the left has bold outlines, a patchwork dress in teal, pink and orange, and a small red-haired head held at its side. The figure on the right is rendered in black and grey with fine shading, showing a long, narrow body, a beaked head and a small round face held in one hand.

Calf Character Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock keeper at Stoke Lane had given up asking what I wanted from the scraps. Every Thursday I moored the Mabel Rose under the willow and laid my remnants out on the cabin roof: a rag of teal serge, a pink silk sleeve, a yard of orange gingham cut from a dead woman's pinafore. Patchwork, my mother called it, though she never stitched anything that didn't come apart in the wash.

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The man with the bird's beak came down the towpath the week the river ran black with rain. He walked on long shins that folded awkwardly under a coat, and he carried a pale round face in the crook of his arm like a lantern he had forgotten to light. He said he was looking for a dressmaker who would not ask him to take his hat off. I said the hat was his affair. He laughed, a dry knock like a shutter, and asked whether I could sew a head back on.

Not the head in his arm, he said. The one that had come loose from the woman in the canal three winters back, when the basin froze and she went under the ice reaching for the lantern boat.

I stitched the seam with orange thread, the only colour I had left. Then I pinned the scraps into a dress for her and set the head at her side, where her hand could find it. He paid in coal and a sack of pears. By spring the willow had dropped its leaves across the cabin roof, and someone had left a fresh patch on my sill, teal and pink, stitched tight.