Colour tattoo of four Poke Ball designs, including a Master Ball with a purple body and a large M, on the inner forearm near the wrist.

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Four Poke Ball designs on a forearm

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The tattoo shows four stylised balls in a stacked cluster, including a red and white Poke Ball, a blue and black ball, a yellow and orange ball and a purple Master Ball marked with an M. Each ball has bold dark outlines, flat cel-style shading and a small highlight, with the bright colours standing out against the pale skin. The design sits on the forearm, with the wrist and a black-clad leg visible in the background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dad painted the buoys the summer the river came up over the towpath. Four of them, hollow steel spheres the size of cabbages, one for each lock we worked between Ware and the Lea junction. He used whatever paint the chandler had left over. The red one with a white band he did first, then a blue one with a dark collar, a yellow one he never liked and called the egg, and last of all the purple one, which he marked with a capital M because that was the name he gave the boat when he was twenty and never had the nerve to change.

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We lashed them to the roof rail in a cluster, and they knocked together every time we went under a bridge, a sound like someone tapping a spoon against a cup. Mum said it would drive her mad. It never did. It was how we knew the boat was still moving.

In February the water took the purple one. It came off the rail in the night near Hunsdon, and in the morning there was only a frayed line and a cold cabin. Dad didn't shout. He sat on the step with his tea going cold and said the M would turn up somewhere downstream, because everything did eventually.

Three weeks later I found it caught in the sluice gate at Stanstead, dented, the paint scraped to grey on one side. I hauled it out with a boathook and carried it back under my coat like a stray cat. When I set it on the rail beside the others, Dad looked at it a long time, then tapped it once so it rang against the red one, and went below without a word.