Two close photos of a small black fine line tattoo of a stick figure jumping on a trampoline, placed on the inside of a palm.

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Stick figure on a trampoline on the palm

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a simple stick figure with arms raised, jumping above a black trampoline drawn as a shallow oval with short legs. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the design is rendered entirely in black ink. The two photos show the palm from slightly different angles, with the design placed near the base of the fingers.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The trampoline came off a skip outside Stoke Hammond, and my uncle Desmond swore it had been left on the towpath for a fortnight before anybody thought to claim it. We lashed it to the roof of the Mabel Ruth with two ratchet straps and a length of bailing twine, and it sat above the cabin like a stranded black oval all the way to Berkhamsted, waiting for someone foolish enough to bounce.

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Ada was the first. She went up at Marsworth lock with a red bandana tied over her hair, and for a moment she was a small dark shape against the sky, arms out, higher than the lock gate, while the moorhens scattered as if they'd been insulted. The lock-keeper wrote something in his book. Desmond said it was the finest thing he'd seen since the seventies, and he meant the trampoline, not Ada, which she never forgave him for.

I went up last, at Cowley, when the light had turned orange on the water and nobody else was watching. I counted the bounces out loud the way Desmond had taught me, until the numbers stopped meaning anything. At the top of one jump I could see the whole cut laid flat below me like a ribbon of tin, and I didn't want to come down. When I did, the mat tipped me sideways onto the cabin roof and I skinned my palm on the rivet heads.

Ada dabbed it with witch hazel, then drew a tiny jumping figure on the scab in biro so I'd have something to look at while it healed. 'Now you've got a trampoline too,' she said, 'so you can't tell me I never gave you anything.' The ink wore off within a week, but I still feel the lift of it every time I take hold of the tiller.