Two matching blue line tattoos of stick figures holding a red heart, one on an ankle and one on a forearm.

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Matching stick figure tattoos with red heart

Fine line · Ankle · Mixed · Photo

Two small tattoos of simple stick-style figures holding a red heart shaped balloon, shown on an ankle and a forearm. The figures are drawn in thin blue linework with a light, sketchy quality, and the heart is filled in solid red. The photo is taken close up on a pale background, with the two tattoos placed separately in the frame.

Fine line Ankle Forearm Stick figure Heart Balloon Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The net came up grey and heavy on the third haul, and Ray swore at it the way he swore at everything before breakfast. I was on the gutting table with my sleeves rolled to the elbow, sorting cod from rubbish, when I found the paper folded inside a Sunday supplement someone had used to wrap a bait box.

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It was a child's drawing, done in blue biro gone soft from the damp. Two stick people stood on a line of green crayon, each holding one end of a red heart on a string, and underneath, in capitals that leaned like they were running for a bus, it said WE DID IT. Nobody aboard the Kittiwake had a child, and nobody would say whose it was. Ray looked over my shoulder and went quiet, which was worse than swearing.

We were four days out before the weather eased enough to fish again. Every night I found the paper back in my pocket, folded smaller each time, until one evening Ray took it from me, smoothed it flat on the chart table with his cracked thumb and said, 'Take it ashore. Brixham, the flats above the chandlery. Ask for a Nell. Tell her the balloon made it.'

I walked up from the quay at dawn with the drawing in a plastic sleeve. The door was painted a green that had given up years ago. A girl in a school jumper opened it before I knocked. I held out the paper and she read it twice, then looked past me at the harbour, where the boats were coming in one by one, and pressed a red drawing pin through the corner of the sheet into the door frame, as if it had always been meant to hang there.