Small colour tattoo of a cute grey cartoon figure holding a red heart-shaped balloon on a line, in a fine line style, on pale skin.

Heart balloon and small grey figure

Fine line · Mixed · Photo

A small tattoo shows a rounded grey cartoon figure with pink blushed cheeks, reaching up to hold a string attached to a solid red heart balloon. The design uses thin black outlines with flat grey fill for the figure and a bold red fill for the heart, and a short orange-red shadow sits beneath the figure. The tattoo is centred on a pale area of skin with a composition that leaves generous space around the motif.

Fine line Heart Balloon Character Cartoon String

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming down sideways since eight, and by eleven the gazebo over Edwin Pryce's stall sagged like a wet cake. He had three dozen balloons left, most of them gone limp and sulky in their bunches, and one heart, red as a postbox, that he kept tied to the upright pole because it was the only one that still wanted to go up. Customers came and went under the dripping canvas with their hoods up, and nobody bought anything but a bag of chips.

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At half past eleven a small grey figure stopped at the edge of the stall. It was about the height of a bollard, with a round head that seemed to take up most of it and two pink smudges on its cheeks, as though it had been out in the cold too long. It held out a fist and asked how much the heart cost. Forty pence, Edwin said. The fist opened to reveal thirty-eight pence, one of the coins a Canadian dime. Close enough, said Edwin, and he was surprised to hear himself say it.

Unhooking the heart was harder than it should have been, because the string had knotted itself round the pole in the wet. Edwin worked at it with his cold thumbs while the figure hopped from foot to foot on the slabs, as if the rain were a game it had been invited to. When he finally passed the string down, the creature wound it twice round one finger and reached up, stretching until its heels lifted off the pavement. The balloon tugged. For a moment the two of them looked like a pair of kites waiting for a wind.

The creature drifted off between the stalls with the heart bobbing above its head, and Edwin watched until the grey hood vanished past the fishmonger's. He tipped the thirty-eight pence into his tin, the Canadian dime uppermost, and began unpegging the canvas. By the time the last pole came down, the rain had thinned to nothing, and over the rooftops the only colour left in the sky was a single red heart, still climbing.