Small colour tattoo of four cartoon breakfast foods, bacon, a fried egg, a slice of toast and a grey-green item, each with a face and legs, in fine line style on the inner forearm.

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Cartoon breakfast characters on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Four small cartoon breakfast characters sit in a diagonal line down the forearm: a strip of bacon, a fried egg with a yellow yolk, a slice of toast and a grey-green item. Each figure has a simple face and stick legs, drawn in thin dark outlines. Flat fills in red-brown, white, yellow, orange and teal-grey sit against bare skin, with a dark sleeve at the edge of the frame.

Fine line Forearm Cartoon Character Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody noticed the fry-up walking out of the back kitchen at twenty to six, which was just as well, because I was the one who had put them on the pan and I already had enough explaining to do. The bacon went first, flat and sulky, dragging one leg as if it had been up all night. Then the egg, bright-eyed and wobbling. Then the toast, who would not stop apologising for the scorched corner. I followed them down the back step with the spatula still in my hand.

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They were headed for the allotments, where Mr Oduya kept his leeks in rows so straight you could rule a ledger by them. The grey-green thing, which had been a sprout once and had never quite forgiven the grill, brought up the rear and said nothing at all, which in a sprout is a kind of courage.

At the gate they stopped. The egg looked back at me, yolk trembling, and I understood it wanted a reason. So I told it the truth: the café had been a bad idea from the start, and four plates of breakfast had never been meant to spend their lives being ordered by people in a hurry. Toast nodded. Bacon sighed. Nobody argued.

Then the sun came up over the hedge and the four of them went down the lane in a diagonal line, shortest to tallest, like a school trip that had decided to skip school. I went back inside, turned the sign to Open, and cut myself a slice of bread into the shape of a little man with legs. I ate it standing at the window, watching the lane long after there was nothing left to see.