Fine line black tattoo of a cartoon bear with a small butterfly above its raised arm, placed on the ankle.

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Small bear and butterfly on an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small outline tattoo of a cartoon bear in the style of Winnie the Pooh, shown with one arm raised and a tiny butterfly beside it. The linework is thin and black, with no shading or fill, and the design sits on the side of the ankle. The plain black ink stands out against pale skin and a textured beige rug, with the bottom of a blue garment visible at the top of the frame.

Fine line Ankle Bear Cartoon character Butterfly Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

At ten to four the ovens were already breathing and Nell had flour to the elbows when the stamp went missing. Dilys had kept it in the drawer under the proving cabinet for thirty years, a small brass bear no taller than a thumb, one arm raised as if hailing someone across a field. Every loaf that left the shop before seven carried its print on the base, and without it the morning felt unfinished.

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She searched the flour bins, the tray of cooling rolls and the pockets of her apron. Outside the back door the yard lamp hummed, and a pale, stubborn moth kept knocking against the glass as if it wanted in. Nell opened the door to let it go. It swung past her wrist, a butterfly no bigger than a crumb, and she thought of the brass arm raised in greeting and almost laughed at herself for chasing a bit of metal in her head.

Dilys came down the stairs in her dressing gown, took one look at the flour on Nell's face and said, "Bottom of the sugar scoop," without turning round. It was there, wedged in the bag of caster sugar where it had slid during Tuesday's delivery. Nell wiped it on her sleeve, pressed it into the first tin loaf and lifted it free. The bear sat in the crust with its arm up, and beside it was a smudge that might have been a butterfly or might only have been a thumbprint.

They left the loaf on the wire rack to cool. By the time the shutters went up, the bear had softened in the steam and gone pale gold. Nell carried the rack to the window, where the first van was pulling up outside, and set the stamp back in its drawer with the sugar still on its feet.