Two black ink face designs on the tops of bare feet, one with a moustache and one with long hair, on a dark red carpet.

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Two face drawings on bare feet

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Two bare feet are shown from above, each with a black ink drawing of a face and hair. The left foot shows a face with a moustache and a shaded hairline, and the right foot shows a head with long, flowing hair. The linework is bold with some shading, and the image is in black ink only against a dark red carpet.

Other Face Portrait Moustache Hair Feet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the fire only warms the ones who sit near it. You want the story of the Doran brothers? They were not twins, which would have been simpler, just brothers who could not have been less alike. Hamish had a moustache like a yard broom and a face that did not forgive weather. Calum had hair to his shoulders and laughed at the wind rather than against it. Their mother had one saying about the sea and gave it to both of them: go where you like, but come back the same shape you left.

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Calum took the Thursday boat to the mainland and never came back the same shape, which was the trouble. He let his hair grow long as the kelp, took up with a travelling cobbler in Oban, and learned to paint faces on the soles of his feet, so that in the wet sand he would always be looking back at someone. Hamish stayed on the rock and kept the pier mended. Every spring he painted his own face on a flat stone by the slipway, moustache trimmed, scowling at the tide as if it owed him money.

The winter Calum came home, nobody knew him. He walked up the slipway barefoot through the frost, and the village saw two faces coming towards them, one sorrowful and one stubbornly grinning, and they stepped aside to let them pass. Hamish saw the feet first. He knelt on the cold stones and pressed his thumb to the left sole, where his own face had been drawn in the same black ink as the one on the rock, and found the lines still soft.

Nobody ever said who had drawn whose face. The stone is still by the slipway, and the faces on it look out to sea, which is where you will find both brothers on a clear night, if you are the sort who looks.