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Elephant holding a heart balloon on wrist
Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo
A small grey elephant stands on the wrist, its trunk raised to hold a string attached to a pink heart-shaped balloon. The linework is light and the grey body is softly shaded with a watercolour-like wash, with a faint pink tint on the cheek. The tattoo sits centrally on the inner wrist against a plain hand, with a patterned blanket and carpet in the background.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Dear Oswin,
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The fete people have gone and left us an elephant, though not the kind you'd expect. It is a toy, grey and worn, with a faded pink patch on its cheek where some child rubbed it bare. Mr Bellamy from the travelling show left it on the bench by the potting shed on Tuesday, along with the sack of mangel-wurzels he owed me from the bet. I have not thrown it out. It sits on the windowsill beside the seed trays, looking over the rhubarb as if it expects someone to come up the path.
Yesterday the wind got into the back field and took a red heart balloon off the tombola stall. I watched it climb over the wall and snag itself in the medlar, string hanging down like a plumb line. I climbed the step ladder, which your grandfather would have had words about, and freed it with the hay rake. Then I tied the balloon to the elephant's trunk and set him on the gatepost, because it seemed a shame for him to be the only one without something to hold.
Here is the strange part. This morning the balloon was gone and so was the string. In the mud by the water butt there were four neat prints, each as wide as a saucer, leading straight out to the lane. I do not believe in elephants on the Nettlecombe road. I believe in the post van, and in the postman who whistles, and in your mother's old saying that the best letters arrive by accident.
Come at Easter and bring your boots. The kettle will be on, the medlar should be fruiting, and if the balloon comes back, I shall let it go on purpose.
Your loving aunt, Edith
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