Orange and yellow sun tattoo with a central circular emblem on a person's upper back, photographed from behind outdoors.

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Sun tattoo on upper back

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A person is photographed from behind, with their head turned away and their bare upper back showing a large sun design. The sun has orange and yellow rays radiating from a central circle that contains a small pale figure or emblem. The background shows a blue and pink children's play house, a barbecue grill and a wooden deck in bright daylight.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dad painted the sun on the cabin side the summer I turned nine. I checked it every morning before I checked the water, because a sun that faded overnight meant the paint was going, and paint going meant rain was coming through the roof. Its rays were orange and yellow, bleeding a little at the tips, and in the middle he had set a pale disc with a tiny barge scratched into it, copied from a pub sign at Lechlade.

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Mum wanted it gone before the buyer came down from Birmingham with his surveyor and his clipboard. Strip it, she said, sand it back to the grey primer and nobody will ask what the brass bit was for. I said the sun had been on that boat longer than their marriage had lasted in its bad years, and she said that wasn't saying much, and we both laughed for longer than the joke deserved.

I sanded it on the towpath in the cold with a block of wet paper, working outward from the disc. The rays came away as orange dust that stuck to my wrists. Under the centre, where the brass should have been, I found a scratch in the primer, uneven and careful, letters cut by someone who had only ever learned to write with a knife: R, then a gap, then E. Dad had never mentioned a second name. The disc had been hiding it all along.

I left the rest of the sun standing. The surveyor took one look, shrugged, and asked if the engine was sound. At first light the next morning I cast off from Lechlade with the sun catching the water on the cabin side, and the little disc, rubbed clean at last, threw a hard flash across the reeds, as if something had been waiting a long time to be seen.