Small black line tattoo of a cartoon revolver in fine line style on the upper arm of a person wearing a grey top.

Small revolver tattoo on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small, simple revolver is drawn in thin black outline on the upper arm, with the barrel angled down and the handle and cylinder shown in a cartoon style. The linework is even and uncoloured, with no shading, and the tattoo sits against plain skin on a softly blurred outdoor background. The grey top at the right edge frames the composition.

Fine line Upper arm Revolver Gun Pistol Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Dunmore brought the toy to Ada Pell's workshop above the chandler's on Quay Street, wrapped in a tea towel as though it might wake. It was a cheap tin revolver with a barrel the length of a pencil and a trigger gone soft from years of small hands. He wanted it made into something that did not look like a gun, because his daughter's boy had been pointing it at the cat and the vicar's wife had seen.

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Ada turned it over under the window. The cylinder had a dent, the grip was cracked along one side, and someone long ago had scratched TOMMY into the base with a hairpin. She told him she could glue the grip and fill the crack, but she would not repaint it into a spoon or a fish or anything else that would confuse the cat. He said that was no use to him. He wanted it gone before the boy came up from Leeds on Saturday.

She did not tell him what she had learned the summer she was nine, which was that a drawing of a gun frightens nobody. Her older brother had covered the kitchen wall with biro revolvers, fat-lined and grinning, with little puffs of smoke coming out of the barrels like a steam engine, and their mother had only laughed and sent him down to the shop for milk. Ada took a sheet of tracing paper and drew the thing again, slowly, the cylinder round as a coin and the barrel bent a little, like a sleepy dog's tail.

On Friday Mr Dunmore came back for the tin and found the toy mended and wrapped again, with the drawing folded beside it. He unfolded the paper, looked at it for a long time, and then, without asking her, took a drawing pin from the jar on the bench and pinned it above his kitchen sink, where the cat could not reach it.