Fine line black tattoo of a violin outline on the inside of a lower leg, just above the ankle, with a gold strappy sandal visible below.

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Violin outline on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A single violin is drawn in thin black linework, shown side-on with its scroll at the top and the bow running alongside its body. The shading is minimal, so the design reads as a clean outline on pale skin. The tattoo sits on the lower leg against a pale green wall and grey pavement, with the wearer's gold sandal visible at the bottom of the frame.

Fine line Ankle Music Bow Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell, the fiddle is still up in the apple loft where Uncle Tom left it, its case gone soft with damp, and I have decided it is not going to Mrs Pryce's jumble stall whatever she says. The bow was hanging on two nails above the cider press, slack as a dropped sleeve, and when I lifted it the horsehair hissed against the wood like it had been waiting all summer to be asked.

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You'll remember he played for the harvest dances every September, standing up on the cart in the top orchard while the pickers sang and the wasps went drunk on the windfalls. The year the press cracked he stopped playing, and nobody had the heart to say the thing was going to rot up there with the sacks of old Bramley. I took it down on Sunday. Three strings were dead and the G had snapped clean at the peg, but the neck was true, and the man in Ledbury who fixed the church bells said it was a good old instrument that only needed telling it wasn't finished.

While I was rubbing linseed into the body, I found pencil under the scroll, faint as a watermark. It was a tune, the notes half rubbed away, with a line written underneath in his square capitals: FOR WHOEVER COMES UP THE LADDER NEXT.

So I am playing it at the dance on the twentieth, if my fingers stop shaking. Come up early and hold the bow steady for me, will you? I can't manage the tuning and the page at once.