Before and after pair of a wrist tattoo showing a baseball in grass with the handwritten words I love you DAD, first in black linework and then in colour.

Baseball in grass with I love you DAD script

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The tattoo shows a baseball half-hidden in tufts of grass, with the handwritten words I love you DAD above it. The left panel is black linework with sketchy, loose shading, while the right panel is coloured with a pale blue sky, green grass and red stitching on the ball. The two panels sit side by side, showing the design in black and grey and then in colour.

Lettering Other Grass Handwritten text Sky

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grass past the left-field foul line grew knee high that August, because the rain kept coming and the council kept forgetting the mower, so when I finally went out with the old Ransome I nearly ran over the ball before I saw it. It sat in a tuft of couch grass with its red stitching gone pink from weather, and it was still warm, or I told myself it was, from the sun on it.

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Nobody on the park committee claimed it. Mrs Haskell at the kiosk said the Lindqvist boys had hit into that corner all summer, and that a man called Frank used to sit on the third bench with a flask and a stopwatch, timing nothing in particular. Under the seam, where the cover had lifted, somebody had pushed a square of lined paper, and on it in careful pencil was I love you DAD, the letters leaning as if they were trying to stand up straight.

I didn't ask who had written it. I'd been a groundsman long enough to know that a field keeps what it's given and gives back only what it must. Still, I thought about Frank and his stopwatch, and about the hand that had pressed the note in so it wouldn't fall out.

On Saturday I set the ball on the third bench, grass still stuck to it, and sat beside it through a whole Little League game. Nobody came to claim it. When the last inning ended I rolled it gently down the bench toward the dugout, where the low light lay across the dirt, and went home to cut the outfield at dawn.