Small black hot air balloon tattoo on the upper back beside the shoulder blade, in a fine line style.

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Tiny hot air balloon on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph of a person's bare upper back and shoulder, with long hair falling over one side and a tie-dye style tank top. A very small hot air balloon is inked in dark, single-tone ink beside the shoulder blade, drawn with a simple outline and a small basket below the envelope. The warm, filtered tones and soft focus give the photo a vintage look, and the tattoo sits off-centre in the lower part of the frame.

Fine line Back Hot air balloon Balloon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The envelope was still damp from the gluing when Mrs Hollis came up the lane asking whether the basket would take two men or only one man and a goat. Tom Pardoe told her one man, and not the goat, because the goat had chewed through the last of the good rope on Tuesday and nobody in Cannington had any to spare. She said her husband would manage. Her husband, as it turned out, was a fellow who wanted to be over the Quantocks before the wind changed, and he did not wait for the glue to set on the seams.

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Tom had cut the silk from a dressmaker's bolt that had sat in a damp shed since the old Queen's jubilee, so the panels came out in bruised blues and a cream that went brown at the edges. He stitched each gore by lamplight, licking the thread to make it run true, and the last seam he closed with his own name tucked inside the hem where nobody would look. When the burner caught with a roar that sent the hens scattering, the whole village stood in the field with their hands over their mouths.

The balloon went up slow, the way a loaf rises, then all at once it was in the air and leaning east. Mrs Hollis waved a handkerchief until it was a speck. Then the speck was a dark point against the hill, and then it was only a thing you had to decide to believe in.

Tom kept a scrap of the blue silk. That winter he stitched a small balloon with a basket beneath it onto the inside of his cap, so that every time he took it off he would remember the one that went over the hill and did not come down in Cannington.