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Silhouette floating from colourful balloons on forearm
Forearm · Mixed · Photo
A solid black silhouette of a figure hangs beneath a bunch of shaded balloons, with the strings running up towards the wrist. The balloons are rendered in red, orange, pink, green, blue and yellow with soft highlights, while the figure is filled with flat black ink. The tattoo sits centrally on the forearm against a plain background, with a paper towel and dark surface visible around the arm.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Mo had sold balloons on the Margate front for thirty-one years and had never once let go of a string he was holding. Gulls learned that fast. Children took longer. So when the wind came off the Channel that Tuesday, the little girl in the yellow mac had only herself to blame for grabbing the bunch of six, and the wind had only itself to blame for lifting her off the boards along with them.
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Her trainers left the wood, then her heels, and for a moment she hung over the railings with her hair streaming out like a flag while the sea rushed below. Mo didn't shout. He leaned across the counter, caught the trailing ribbon between two fingers and walked it slowly back, hand over hand, the way the old man who ran the stall before him had taught him. Somewhere behind him a woman was screaming. The gulls had gone quiet, as if they were waiting to see how it ended.
When her feet found the boards again she wasn't crying. She looked up at the balloons still tugging above her, red and orange and the green one that always rose first, and asked whether she could keep the one that wasn't so greedy. Mo untied the blue one himself and fixed it to her wrist with a double knot. 'That one's yours,' he said. 'The others have their own plans.'
That evening he counted the stock. Five had gone somewhere over the Kent coast, or further. In the till drawer he kept a single pale ribbon with nothing on the end, and when the wind came round he would touch it, the way you check a pocket for keys you already know you have.
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