Small colour fine line tattoo of a yellow bear with a tiny pink butterfly on the inner wrist, shown against a pale forearm.

Small bear and butterfly on a wrist

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A small tattoo of a yellow bear in a classic storybook style sits on the inner wrist, with a tiny pink butterfly to its upper left. The bear has thin dark outlines and soft yellow fill, with simple details for the face and limbs. The plain pale skin and blurred background keep the focus on the small design.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bear had been on the stump since the thaw, and the lane had stopped expecting him to move. His honey-coloured fur had faded to the shade of weak tea where the rain ran down him, and one ear hung by a single thread. Hazel Pennock, who kept the bakery at the end of Hollin Lane, lifted him once to brush off a leaf, then set him back facing the path, because that was how the boy had left him.

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The butterfly came in April. It was a small thing, pink as a pricked finger, and it settled on the bear's nose as though it had been sent to inspect him. 'You're waiting for someone,' it said, in the quick buzzing way of insects who never finish a sentence before starting another. 'Everyone waits for someone.'

The bear told it about the boy. His name was Sam, he had a cough every winter and a wooden sword he dragged through puddles, and he had promised to come back before the blackberries. The butterfly said the blackberries had come and gone twice. The bear said he knew. The butterfly went quiet, then flew off towards the village and returned an hour later with Hazel's youngest, who carried a jar of honey and a length of bootlace.

Hazel tied the bootlace round the bear's neck, mended his ear with a stitch of red thread, and sat beside him while the sun slid behind the wall. The butterfly rested on the knot. Nobody came down the lane that night, but in the morning the bear was still facing the path, and he looked less like someone waiting now and more like someone keeping watch.

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