Black linework cartoon shark with an open mouth and teeth on the back of a hand, with a small fish tattoo on a finger and colourful bracelets at the wrist.

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Cartoon shark tattoo on the back of a hand

Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A bold outline of a cartoon shark with an open, toothed mouth covers the back of the hand, with the fin and tail drawn in simple black lines. Shading inside the mouth and along the body uses black ink and grey tones, with no colour in the tattoos. A small fish outline sits on one finger, and stacked bead and striped bracelets appear at the wrist against a green grass background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tuesday, and the shark is back off the pier. Nobody has told the shark it is August. I have the logbook open on the lifeguard hut step and the sun is making the page curl, so this entry will be short. Kids keep bringing the same complaint to the hut: a shark was seen by a boy called Teddy Ashby, who swears it had a chip stuck in its teeth.

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I went down to the pier with the binoculars Mr Pryce lent me. There was nothing out there but gulls and a crisp packet doing a fair impression of a fin. Then Teddy's mum marched him up the sand, and Teddy held out his hand like evidence. On the back of it, in blue biro, was a shark with its jaws wide open and a neat row of teeth, plus a tiny fish on one finger that he said was its lunch. He had drawn it himself during maths, he told me, and it had been swimming about ever since.

I pointed out that sharks do not come into shallow water in late summer. He said that was exactly what the shark wanted me to think. I suggested he pin the drawing to the noticeboard so the shark could be officially banned from the bay. He said it had to stay on his hand, or it would get lonely and come looking for him.

At four o'clock I walked the length of the sand, whistling, and when I looked back the tide had taken the sandcastles and left a clean outline in the wet sand, jaws open, facing the chip shop. I didn't see any shark. I saw a fin-shaped puddle, which is about as much as a lifeguard can be expected to report, so I wrote it down in the log under weather.

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