Small fine line black outline tattoo of Winnie the Pooh walking beside Piglet on an upper arm, with a striped sleeve visible.

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Pooh and Piglet outline on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of Winnie the Pooh walking beside Piglet, drawn in thin black outlines with no shading or fill. The design sits on the upper arm of a person wearing a red, white and blue striped sleeve, with a tiled floor and a red pillar in the background. The tattoo is centred in the frame and sits on plain skin in even, natural light.

Fine line Upper arm Winnie the pooh Cartoon Bear Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hall smelled of floor polish and scorched urn water, and Dorothy Pell had come only because her sister had already paid for the ticket. Nobody at the table by the door looked up when she signed the sheet. She was scanning the names for anyone she could bear to sit with when Ned Harrow came in with his coat still on, stooping under the paper bunting as if it might drop on him.

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At Ashby Wold Junior they had been an odd pair. Ned was the biggest boy in Year Six, broad in the middle and slow to speak, and Dorothy was the smallest girl in the school, always a step behind. Every morning he waited at the bottom of the lane for her. He never said why. He simply matched his stride to hers, so the walk to the bus took twice as long, and nobody in the playground dared tease them about it.

He found her by the tea urn. His hair had gone the colour of wet sand and his shoulders had folded forward. 'You still take the long way by the canal?' he asked. She said she did, most days, though she could not have said why. He smiled at that, the way you smile at a thing you already knew.

When the caretaker began stacking chairs, Ned held out his arm without fuss. Dorothy took it. They went out through the car park at the pace of the smallest of them, past the parked cars and the wet hedges, and at the gate he did not let go until she had found her footing on the gravel.