A cartoon baby elephant with pink cheeks and a blue daisy in its trunk, tattooed in black outline and colour on the upper back near the neck.

Baby elephant holding a daisy on upper back

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A small cartoon baby elephant sits curled up, holding a blue daisy with a yellow centre in its raised trunk. The bold black outlines, soft grey shading and pink cheeks and feet give it a cute, illustrative look against the pale skin. The design is centred on the upper back with plenty of clear space around it.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming down on the Saturday market since before dawn, and you had given up on selling anything but tea and umbrellas when the calf came sliding under the awning of your flower stall, small and grey and very serious about it. It had one blue daisy curled in the tip of its trunk, the petals bent from the wet, and it set the flower on the edge of your bucket as though settling a debt.

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"Two pence," you said, because that was what the chalked sign said. The calf blinked its long lashes and produced from behind one ear a button, a bus ticket, and a very small blue marble. You laughed, which you had not done since Tuesday. Mr Okafor from the fishmonger's leaned over the barrier and said the elephant had been sitting by the clock tower since seven, waiting for someone to ask it why it was out in weather like this.

So you asked. It had come to find the woman who sold blue flowers, it explained with a series of soft trumpets, because its grandmother had told it a daisy never wilts when it is carried to the person who needs it most. You did not believe a word of it. Still, you took the marble and handed back a fresh daisy from the bucket, dripping and bright. The calf tucked it under its chin and folded itself onto the wet cobbles, wrapped in your spare tarpaulin, like a cat settling for a long nap.

By noon the rain had thinned to mist and the stalls were packing up. The calf was gone, leaving only four neat footprints in the puddles, which the sun dried one by one. The bus ticket was still in your apron pocket. That evening you set the blue marble on the windowsill above the sink, where the last of the light caught in it and held there a while before it faded.