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Two elephants with trunks forming a heart
Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo
Two elephants face each other in profile, and their raised trunks curl together at the top to form a heart shape. The design is drawn in thin, even black outline with no shading, and the ink is solid black with no colour. The tattoo sits on the inner forearm, with a hand resting in the lower part of the frame and a grey sleeve at the top.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Dear Ruth,
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You will not believe what the bell-ringer dragged up the lane on Tuesday. A showman's cart, two grey elephants no taller than the cloister door, and a man with a cough who said he could no longer feed them through the winter. Abbot Hilary agreed to keep them until the spring fair, provided they stayed out of the chapter house. They have not stayed out of anything. The smaller one, Brida, has already lifted the lid off the honey crock, and the larger, Oswin, stands guard over the bread oven like a sexton.
I thought at first they were bad-tempered. For three days they stood with their backs to each other by the orchard wall, trunks tucked under their chins, refusing the hay. Brother Cuthbert said they were grieving the man who had walked them. I said elephants are not so simple. Then, on the fourth morning, I found them at the gate with their trunks raised and curled together above the wicket, making a shape like a heart cut from a playing card. Neither would drop until the other did.
I have sat with them since, reading the psalms aloud because the choir boys are at their lessons. Last night Oswin lowered his head and touched Brida's ear with the very tip of his trunk, and she leaned into him the way a sleeper leans toward a fire. Abbot Hilary came out with a lantern, looked for a long time, and said nothing at all. I suspect he has already decided they may stay past spring.
Write soon, and tell me whether the cellarer's ledger is still wrong about the flour.
Yours in the Lord and in ridiculous company, Brother Edmund
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