Fine line black outline tattoo of a balloon shaped like a mouse head with ears, with a thin wavy string, on a person's lower side below the waistband.

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Mickey-shaped balloon outline on the side

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A single outlined tattoo shows a balloon shaped like a mouse head with two round ears, with a thin wavy string trailing down and to the right. The linework is fine and even in dark ink, with no shading or fill. The tattoo sits on bare skin at the hip or lower abdomen, with a grey top above and underwear visible at the bottom edge of the frame.

Fine line Other Balloon Mouse ears Mickey mouse String Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The balloon was meant to stay tied to the gatepost until the speeches. Instead Uncle Terry knotted its ribbon with his thumb in the wrong place, and when the wind came off the reservoir at half four, the silver thing with two round ears simply lifted out of my hand. Nobody screamed. Forty guests tipped their heads back the way you do for a plane, and watched it climb over the hedge with its string swinging like a plumb line.

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I had been holding that string since lunch, mostly because the bride asked me to, and because the bridesmaids had decided a balloon with a grinning head was the funniest thing in Norfolk. Dee, the bride's sister, kept calling it our chaperone. When the first glasses clinked she came round the trestles with a bottle of cava, took one look at my empty hand, and laughed so hard she had to sit on a crate of lemonade.

We walked down the lane together, the whole wedding party in good shoes and then in bare feet, following a balloon that drifted slowly west over the sugar beet. The sun was flat and orange. Every few hundred yards it dipped and caught on a fence wire, then rose again, and each time someone shouted that it had given up, and each time it hadn't.

At the bend by the church it snagged in a yew and stopped. The string hung down, a thin wavy line against the old stone. The bride took my hand and said to leave it. So I did. Some things are best let go on the day they were given, and for the rest of the evening we kept glancing up at the tree to see if it was still there.