Large R2-D2 droid tattoo in blue, white and grey covering most of a man's back, seen from behind.

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R2-D2 droid tattoo across a back

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The tattoo shows the Star Wars droid R2-D2 seen from the front, filling most of the back from the shoulders to the lower back. Its blue dome, white and grey body panels and small red light are drawn with clean outlines and flat shading. The photo is taken from behind in a dim room with shelves and a red fabric cushion in the foreground.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The machine came into the shop on a Tuesday, wedged in the back of a Transit, its dome dented like a saucepan left too long on the hob. Mr Okonedo from the allotments had pulled it out of a skip behind the bingo hall and wanted it gone before his wife saw. He said it had been chirping all night. I told him I didn't take scrap, and then I asked him to leave it on the bench anyway.

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It took me three weeks. The panels were a mismatch of sheet metal and enamel, some stamped with numbers, some with nothing at all, and the left leg had been bent back on itself by someone who clearly didn't like it. Inside the body I found a tin of Rowntree's toffees, a bus ticket from 1987, and a folded note in a child's hand that said KEEP HIM SAFE. The red eye was dead. I fitted a lamp from my late husband's old bicycle, a ruby glass thing he never threw away, and sat with a soldering iron until my fingers stopped shaking.

On the twenty-second evening, with the shop lights off and only the harbour showing through the window, the dome gave three short notes, then one long one. It rolled the length of the counter on its one good leg, stopped at the glass, and stayed there facing the water for so long I started to feel foolish for watching.

Then the red light turned towards me, held, and went out. I put the kettle on, because it seemed the polite thing to do, and when I came back it had gone quiet again, facing the sea, waiting for somebody to come up the road.