Black line tattoo of a hot air balloon with a lattice envelope and banner, in fine line style, on the inner forearm.

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Hot air balloon on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single hot air balloon sits vertically along the forearm, drawn in black outline with a lattice pattern across the envelope, a decorative band and a small banner at the top. The basket below has wheels and hanging ropes, and the linework is even and fine with no shading or colour. The plain pale background keeps the focus on the tattoo.

Fine line Forearm Hot air balloon Banner Lattice Wheel

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The balloon came down in the stubble behind Coldharbour Hall on the night of the harvest dance, just as the fiddler was tuning for the last waltz. Its basket struck once, bounced, and settled on its wheels like a cart that had finally found the road. Nobody in the village had seen anything like it. Old Hannah Pell said it was a lantern that had lost its way from the moon, and the boys carried the folded envelope up the lane over their shoulders, like washing.

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The man who climbed out was called Tobias Crane. He had come from the coast with a trunk of maps and a strip of cloth stitched with one word, LET, which he would not explain. He asked for a dance. The fiddler, who was proud, said a balloonist could pay for his supper the same as anyone. So they danced, and the boards creaked under the miners and the milkmaids, and Tobias turned Hannah Pell three times round the lamps without once looking at his feet.

At midnight he went out to check his ropes and found the wheat trodden flat in a ring, as if the village had been dancing there too. He came back in and told the fiddler the balloon would leave when the wind turned. The fiddler asked why he did not wait for morning in a proper bed. Tobias said the ground was only a rest between one sky and the next, and that a man should let go of anything that wanted to hold him.

At dawn the wind went west. The village stood in the lane and watched the envelope fill with a slow sound like breath. Hannah Pell tied a loaf to the basket rope. Tobias lifted over the elms, and the banner at the top snapped out once, so everyone could read it. The children spelled that word on their slates for a year afterwards, and never agreed on what it had been meant to say.