Fine line black tattoo of a winged rabbit in flight on the upper chest near the shoulder.

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Winged rabbit on upper chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A single winged rabbit is shown in flight, with its ears laid back and a large outstretched wing sweeping upwards. The tattoo is drawn in thin black outlines with light hatching and stippled shading across the wing feathers. It is black ink on pale skin, with a green top and dark blue hair visible at the edges of the frame.

Fine line Chest Rabbit Wing Flying Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth Gallagher had counted the seats in the big top every night for a month, and every night there were fewer of them filled. The Halloran and Pike Travelling Show had wintered in a field outside Stockport for three seasons, and the animals were eating more than the takings could cover. Only the rabbit still earned her keep, and the rabbit did not earn much.

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Her name was Mabel, though the handbill called her the Flying Hare of Araby. Ruth had bought her from a farmer's daughter in Wigan for a pound and a jar of pickled onions. The farmer had strapped a pair of crooked wings to her as a joke, and somewhere between the feed bins and the ring the straps had stopped mattering. Ruth had seen her lift only once, at dusk, with the lamps out, and had decided not to tell Mr Pike.

On the last Saturday of October the tent was half empty and the ringmaster was drunk on the steps. Ruth carried Mabel to the centre pole, knelt in the sawdust, and murmured that it was all right to go. Mabel's ears went flat against her skull. Then she sprang off Ruth's palm and climbed the canvas in long, unhurried strokes, one wing sweeping over the trapeze bar, until the crowd of six forgot to clap.

She came down on Ruth's shoulder before the lamps were lit. Pike was standing in the doorway with his hat in his hands. "Do that again tomorrow," he said, and Ruth saw that he had not come to shout. In the frost outside, small prints led from the tent flap to the wagon, and in the morning they were the only tracks in the field that went up as well as along.