Small fine line outline tattoo of two elephants facing each other on skin, in dark ink.

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Two elephants in fine line

Fine line · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of two elephants standing side by side, facing each other with their trunks almost touching. The design is drawn in thin, single-weight black outlines with no shading or fill. It sits on a warm, evenly lit area of skin with plenty of space around the motif.

Fine line Elephant Pair Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gate had been left open again, and by first light there were prints in the leeks, wide as dinner plates and pressed deep, as if the ground had been asked politely to give way. Mrs Ellery Nunn, who kept the walled garden at the bottom of Cold Lane, went out in her nightdress with a broom and found the two of them under the medlar tree, the big grey one and the smaller one, standing so close that their trunks had knotted together like two ropes that had decided to agree.

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She had heard the story from her grandmother, who had heard it from the carrier who used to bring coal up the lane. Elephants, the carrier said, did not come to England on their own. They came in pairs, because one could not remember the way home without the other. Nobody had ever seen them leave. Mrs Nunn had always thought this was the kind of thing carriers said to sell coal. But when she shouted, the smaller one did not run. It only lifted its trunk, very slightly, and touched the tip of the larger one's, the way a child checks that a parent is still there in a crowd.

She did not shout after that. She fetched a bucket from the water butt and set it by the wall, then went back to her beds and let them have the windfalls, the bruised ones nobody would buy at market. Through the winter the prints kept coming, and the leeks kept going, and she kept her broom where it was.

In March, when the frost lifted, the bucket was empty and the gate was shut. Only two prints remained in the mud by the wall, side by side and facing each other, with a gap between them the width of a trunk where something had been held. She left them there until the rain came and took them, and she never once asked the carrier for coal again.