Black and grey fine line tattoo of a small balloon with a thin trailing string on the inner forearm.

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Small balloon on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm and wrist in black and white showing a tiny balloon tattoo. The balloon is a single thin outlined circle with a fine wavy line descending from its base as the string. The plain light background keeps the small design as the clear focus of the composition.

Fine line Forearm Balloon String

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wind off the estuary had been shoving at the stall since breakfast, and Ada Pryce had stopped pretending the knots would hold. She tied the last of the white balloons to the bent iron frame anyway, pulled the ribbon tight with her teeth, and turned to find the brass band packing up two stalls down. Gulls walked the rail like off-duty sergeants. Nobody was buying. It was the second week of February and Margate had gone to bed early.

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Then a boy came running along the boards with a fifty-pence piece gripped so hard his knuckles had gone pale. He wanted the one on the end, the plainest, the colour of skimmed milk. Ada untied it slowly and said mind the string, love, and he took it in both hands the way people take a hot cup. He turned to show his grandmother. The gust came from nowhere, lifted the balloon clean out of his fingers, and before either of them could move it was over the railings and climbing, small and round against the grey sky.

The grandmother laughed and the boy did not. Ada watched the balloon until it shrank to a full stop above the sea wall. What stayed with her was the string. It had dropped loose beneath the balloon, a thin wavering line unspooling into nothing, like a question nobody was going to answer. She wound the spare reel shut, stowed the frame in the van, and kept the last white balloon for herself.

Ten years on, the reel still lives in her glovebox. Each spring she takes it out, unwinds a length, and lets it swing in the wind off the pier, watching how far it goes before it catches on something.