Small colour cartoon tattoo of a man in a blue cap pushing a red lawnmower, placed on the back of a shaved, bald scalp.

Cartoon man mowing with a lawnmower on a scalp

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A small cartoon figure of a man in a blue cap and blue shorts pushes a red lawnmower across the scalp. The outlined linework is simple and the flat fills use yellow, blue, green and red ink. The tattoo sits near the centre of a bald head with grey stubble around it, shot from behind against a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at the Ferris Lane reunion asked about the mower, which suited me. I had wheeled it in through the side gate of the school field at seven that morning, the blade still green at the edges, and parked it beside the tea urn like a guest nobody had invited. Gordon Pike saw it first. He had been the boy who chalked my name on the bike shed in 1986, and he stood looking at the red paint with his hands in his pockets as though the grass itself had insulted him.

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The Atco had come from a dead man's shed in Lewes for twelve pounds and a promise to take away the box of spanners. For years I had cut the cricket square at dawn, before the council lorries arrived, in the blue cap my mother bought from Woolworths when I was eleven. The groundsman, Mr Harrow, paid me in Fox's Glacier Mints and called it a volunteer's wage. He died the winter the school closed, the square went to seed, and the cap went into a drawer.

Mrs Ashdown, who was ninety-one and still ran the raffle, found Harrow's logbook under a stack of hymn books. The last entry was in my handwriting: Cut square, one hour, Mints paid, weather fine. Underneath, someone had written in pencil, Keep the boy on. Gordon read it twice and laughed so hard the urn rattled.

He fetched the keys from his car and dropped them into my palm. We walked out to the middle of the field together, past the stumps and a bored spaniel, and I pulled the cord on the first try, which hadn't happened since 1994. The grass went down in long green stripes, and for once nobody needed to tell me which way was straight.