Colour Japanese style tattoo of a seated white rabbit among swirling waves, gold scrollwork and flowers across a bare chest and torso.

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White rabbit and waves across chest and torso

Japanese · Chest · Colour · Photo

A large white rabbit sits at the centre of the torso, shaded in soft greys and pinks with fine detail in its ears and whiskers. Behind it, stylised waves and clouds swirl around gold ornamental arcs, with green foliage and yellow flowers at the base. Bright colour dominates the composition, with other tattoos, including a peacock feather, visible at the edges of the frame.

Japanese Neo-trad Chest Ribs Rabbit Wave Cloud Flower Foliage Peacock

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sea came over the promenade rail that October and the Marigold Ballroom took water up to its second step, so we danced on the stage instead, eleven couples in wet shoes under the mirror ball. Mr Okada, who had led the band since before the war, kept the tempo with one hand on his cane. He said the tide had its own waltz and we were only trespassing on it.

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It was Mr Okada who first saw the rabbit. It sat at the foot of the stage, white as a tablecloth, washing its face with one paw while the saxophone wailed. Nobody had brought it in, and the doors had been chained since the lifeboat warning. When I knelt to offer my hand it hopped onto my wrist, light as a folded napkin, and I felt a cold in it like moonlight on a pier. That is a daft thing to say about an animal, but I will not pretend otherwise.

Mr Okada took its lead as though it were an old friend. "She's come to pound the rice," he said, and tapped the piano. I thought he was losing his wits until the band slid into the slow number his wife used to request, and the rabbit rose on its hind legs and kept time with its forepaws, thump, thump, against the wet boards. The gold rings of the mirror ball caught the lamps and laid arcs across the floor, and the water kept rolling beneath us as if the hall had become a boat.

At four, when the power failed, the rabbit was gone. In its place lay a small cake of rice, still warm, stamped with a circle. Mr Okada broke it in half and gave me the larger piece. "Keep dancing," he said. "The tide only comes for the ones who stop."