Two views of a woman's neck behind her ear, showing a black feathered wing tattoo on the left and a solid black elephant silhouette on the right, both placed on the neck.

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Wing and elephant tattoos behind the ear

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

Two side-by-side photographs show the back of a woman's head and neck, with her hair in braids and a pearl stud earring in each ear. On the left, a feathered wing is drawn in black linework with fine detail in the feathers. On the right, a solid black elephant silhouette sits in the same area behind the ear, with a rough, textured edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift at Caldew House had been out since Tuesday, so Ruth Okafor climbed the eleven flights with a shoebox under one arm and a bag of tinned peaches hooked over her wrist. Her nephew Danny was waiting on the landing, knees grey with pavement dust, pretending he had not been watching the stairwell for an hour.

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"You said bring the elephant," he said. She had. It was a black paper cutout her father had traced by torchlight against the wall of a fairground caravan in Margate, the trunk curled up like a question. The wing was a single grey feather from the pigeon that had nested on the sill of flat 1104 for as long as anyone could remember, and Danny had been sure, for three weeks, that it would carry something.

They taped the elephant to the feather with a strip of sellotape and carried it up the last ladder to the roof hatch. The wind off the estate was rough and sideways, the sort that pushed gulls about like dropped newspaper. Danny let go before she could tell him to wait. For a moment the thing hung above the car park, trunk lifted, wing catching the light, as if it had been waiting years to be let go of.

Then it dropped neatly onto the wheelie bins. Ruth laughed until she had to sit down on the hatch step. Danny fetched it back, smoothed the ragged edge of the paper with his thumb and said, "It's heavier than it looks." Her father used to say the same thing about everything worth carrying, so she only nodded, and they went down the eleven flights together, the feather tucked safely into his pocket.

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