Colour tattoo of a white unicorn with a purple mane riding a rainbow with stars and pink clouds, on the outer thigh.

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Unicorn and rainbow on a thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A white unicorn with a lilac mane and tail rides a curving rainbow, with small orange stars and pink clouds around it. The linework is a clean dark outline with soft, smooth colour fills and light highlights. The design wraps diagonally across the thigh, with the unicorn's head facing right and the rainbow sweeping down to the lower left.

Thigh Unicorn Rainbow Star Cloud Mane

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last of the Discovery apples had gone soft in the long grass, and Nell had stopped counting the wasps. Her grandfather's ladder still leaned against the Bramley where he had left it in July, its rungs grey with rain. Across the valley the storm was walking off towards Malvern, dragging its skirts over the hedges, and the sun came through low and yellow between the rows.

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She had found the biscuit tin that morning under a pile of seed packets in the shed. The unicorn on the lid had worn down to chalk where Dad's thumb used to rest, and the horn had flaked to a pale stub. Owen had called it baby stuff when she carried it out to the wall. He had said the estate agent would be round on Thursday, and that nobody wanted a crate of windfalls and a rusted tin. She had not argued. She had only sat there with the lid in her lap, feeling the dent where a sweet had been pressed into the paint years ago.

Then the rainbow came up behind the Bramley as if someone had hung it there on a nail. Owen stopped with the crate on his hip. Red at the top, then the green bands of the Blenheim rows, then a blue so bright it looked wet, and at the foot of it a violet so faint it might have been breath on glass.

"Grandad would have called that a sign," Owen said.

"Grandad called most things a sign." Nell tucked the tin under her arm and looked at the ladder. Then she pulled it upright, set her foot on the bottom rung and started climbing, because somebody had to reach the top branches before the wasps did, and the colours stayed put long enough for her to see them from up there.