Colour tattoo on the outer thigh of a teal cartoon game console character holding a bunch of balloons with cartoon faces.

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Cartoon robot holding balloons on a thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A teal, boxy cartoon character with a small screen face and limbs holds a bunch of pink, yellow and orange balloons, each showing a cartoon face. The lines are clean and bold with flat, smooth colour fills and soft shading on the balloons. The design is set against the skin of the upper leg and fills the right side of the frame, with the balloon strings trailing up to the left.

Thigh Balloon Cartoon character Face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, and mind the gull on the rail, he's a thief. Now, you want to hear about the little box that lived up the hill past Scarrow Head? Tinwick, they called him, though he never answered unless you shook him twice. Square as a biscuit tin, teal as the sea on a good day, with a face that was nothing but a glowing grey window and arms he stretched out like he was measuring the weather.

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Every spring the fishing boats came in on the wind, and every spring the children of Scarrow climbed the hill to see what Tinwick had tied to his wrists. Balloons, always, six of them bobbing on long strings. Each had a face painted on, and each face belonged to someone he loved: old Mam Pell in her spectacles, the twins who never stopped arguing, the goat that ate the lighthouse flag. When fog came in, he lifted them high so the boats could see the rocks from above.

One year the fog never lifted. It sat on Scarrow nine days, thick as wet wool, and the boats stayed in harbour. On the tenth morning the children found Tinwick at the top of the hill, drifting a little, his feet off the grass, the balloons tugging him up like a kite. 'Hold on to me,' he said through his small grey window, and they did, one after another, a chain of muddy hands.

They carried him down to the harbour that afternoon. The fog thinned to rags, and the boats came home by the light of his painted faces. Some say the balloons are still up there. I have seen them myself, pink and yellow and orange against the evening, and if you squint you will find Mam Pell squinting back.