Neo-traditional colour tattoo of the grinning Cheshire Cat hanging upside down with a striped tail on the forearm, shown in a wide view and a close-up.

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Cheshire Cat on a forearm

Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows the Cheshire Cat hanging upside down, with a striped pink and purple body, long curled tail, outstretched limbs and a wide toothy grin. Bold black outlines define the shapes, with smooth blended shading on the tail and cheeks and yellow eyes as the brightest accents. Two photos show the piece on the inner forearm: a wide view of the arm and hand, and a close-up of the design filling the forearm.

Neo-trad Forearm Cheshire cat Cat Stripe Grin Tail Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The reunion was held in the old Methwold schoolhouse, the one with the bell that nobody had rung since the flood. Mrs Harkness, who had taught them all their letters, insisted on serving lemon curd tarts from a tin, and nobody had the heart to refuse her. Dora Pell came in late with a paper bag of sherbet lemons and sat on the windowsill, which was where she had always sat, grinning at everyone as if she knew a joke they had not yet been told.

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Nobody could say when Dora had first gone strange. Some said it was the summer she fell out of the chestnut tree and came down laughing. Others said it was the winter she stopped being able to find her own front gate and walked the lanes until the frost went off the hedges. What the village agreed on was that whenever somebody asked her a question she could not answer plainly, she simply tipped herself upside down on the wall and dangled there, grinning, until the question had got tired of itself.

Her old classmate Tom Brindle had come to settle a debt of two shillings. He stood under the windowsill with the coins in his fist and asked her where the money had gone that year the collection tin went missing. Dora hung by her knees from the sill, arms loose, tail swinging over the chalkboard, and said that the money was exactly where he had left it, which was in his own pocket, and that he would find it there when he went home. Tom looked, and it was. The room laughed, and Mrs Harkness cut another tart.

By the time the bell was rung for the last time, Dora had gone, and only the sherbet lemons were left on the sill in a neat striped row. Tom took one home and found, in its paper, the two shillings he had owed.