Colour cartoon tattoo of a pink hooded character and an orange round character with small black birds on the forearm, shown in flat colour with bold black outlines.

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Cartoon characters on a forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a pink, hooded cartoon character beside a rounded orange-brown character, with three small black bird-like shapes and a small pink flower above and between them. The linework is bold and black, with flat fills and little shading. The design is set against a light background on the forearm, with the pink and orange tones standing out against the skin.

Forearm Cartoon Character Bird Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Three crows had been following Pim Gorse since Tuesday, and by Thursday the whole village had stopped pretending not to notice. They sat on the washing line, on the chapel roof, on the bonnet of the bread van, always three, always in a loose row, as though waiting to be told what to do. Pim, who wore his pink hood up even indoors because his ears got cold, took it as a personal insult.

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Dougal, his round toffee-coloured friend who had never once stood up straight, thought it was marvellous. 'They're counting us,' he said, licking marmalade off a thumb. 'Three crows, two of us, one flower. That's a sum.' He pointed at the little pink blossom that had appeared that morning stuck to the gate latch, which nobody had planted and nobody could explain. Pim picked it off and tucked it behind his ear, where it immediately wilted.

They went to see Mrs Abernethy, who kept the post office and knew everything that had ever been lost in Hollin Bottom. She listened, nodded at the crows, and said the birds only came for people who had left something unfinished. Pim frowned. He had finished everything, he insisted: the fence, the hedge, the letter to his brother. Dougal was quiet for once. Then he said, 'The bread van, Pim. You never paid the baker for the last loaf.'

They walked back in silence, Pim fumbling coins from his hood pocket. At the bakery the baker laughed and waved the money away, but the crows lifted off the roof in a single black flap and were gone. The flower, which had been drooping all afternoon, stood up straight in Pim's hair again. Dougal said nothing, but he took the last warm bun from the tray and gave it to Pim with a look that meant the sum had come out right.