Small colour tattoo of a cottage lifted by a bunch of coloured balloons in fine line style on the ankle.

Balloon-lifted house on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Colour · Photo

A small tattoo of a two-storey house with a chimney, rising beneath a cluster of round balloons, sits on the side of an ankle. The design uses thin dark outlines with pastel fills in pink, yellow, blue and green. The photograph is taken at a slight angle, with the foot resting on a wooden surface and a blurred window behind.

Fine line Ankle Balloon House Chimney Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The council letter said Friday, and by Wednesday Ada Pilling had already bought the balloons. Forty-two of them, in pastel shades the shop assistant called nursery colours, were tied in bunches to the chimney of number 9 Lamb Row, a two-up two-down with a yellow front door and pink window frames that her late husband had repainted every third summer whether or not they needed it.

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Her nephew Terry arrived in a van with a face like a wet Sunday. 'You can't lift a house, Aunt Ada.' 'I'm not lifting it, I'm asking it nicely.' He stood on the pavement with his hands in his pockets while she tied the last knot, and the neighbours came out one by one: the Khans with a tray of samosas, the Dawsons with their terrier, young Mo from the bakery still in his apron, all of them holding their breath as though it were a wedding.

At half past six the cords went taut. The chimney creaked, the gutters groaned, and the house gave a small, reluctant hop off its foundations, like a cat deciding about a windowsill. Nobody cheered at first. Then Mrs Dawson started clapping, the whole street followed, and the house drifted up past the bedroom windows and over the roof of the Methodist chapel, a little crooked, its curtains still drawn.

The council man came round on Friday with his clipboard and found a neat square of earth and a kettle that was still warm. Ada had gone off over the moor with the wind behind her. A postcard came a week later from Whitby, a lighthouse on the front, with one line on the back: The view is marvellous, Terry. Do bring the cat.