Colour tattoo of the cartoon character Stitch in blue and pink, sitting on the side of the ribs beside a black lace bra.

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Stitch cartoon tattoo on the ribs

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A full-colour tattoo of the cartoon character Stitch, shown seated in a side-on pose with large ears and a large dark eye. Smooth outlines and soft blue shading fill the body, with pink tones in the inner ear and belly. The tattoo sits on the side of the ribs, with a black lace bra visible above it and a cluttered wall in the background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth,

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You will not believe what came off the Tuesday boat, so I am putting it down while the kettle is still warm. A wooden crate, lashed with wire, split open on the slipway at Kaleo Point, and out of the straw climbed a thing the size of a sack of flour. Blue all over, like a bruise going off, with two ears that stood up and then flopped over at the tips as if they had forgotten which way to point. It had one eye, black and enormous, and it looked at me the way the tax man does just before he is disappointed.

Nobody on the island would take it. Mrs Akana said it smelled of the laboratory it came from, which was the only thing printed on the crate, a number and nothing else. Old Teodoro wanted to sell it to the cannery as a curiosity. So it was left to me, the postmaster, because I had a spare shed and a dog who had decided he liked it. I fed it tinned pears and cold rice. It ate everything with its hands and then licked the tin clean.

Here is the part I can hardly write. Last Thursday the cannery whistle went and the ferry was overdue, and Ilse from the cove, the girl with the red bicycle, came running up the hill saying her kite had gone into the sea. The creature was off the step before I could stop it. It came back an hour later, wet to the shoulders, with the kite in its mouth and a torn ear, and it set the kite down at her feet as though it were handing over a ticket.

I am keeping it. Do not tell the council. Come in August and meet it, and bring the good scissors, because those ears need trimming and the dog will not let me near them.

Love, Hal