Colour tattoo of two cartoon ghosts on a forearm, one wearing a gold crown with its tongue out and the other covering its face, with blue bubbles.

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Two cartoon ghosts with a crown

Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two cartoon ghosts sit side by side, the larger one wearing a gold crown with its tongue out and the smaller one shyly covering its face, with a cluster of blue bubbles beside them. The outlines are bold and dark, with soft shading inside the white bodies and pink, yellow and blue ink used for the tongue, crown, cheeks and bubbles. The design is centred on a forearm, with the figures filling most of the frame against plain skin.

Neo-trad Forearm Ghost Crown Tongue Bubble Cartoon character

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last train to Harrowgate had gone, and the ghost who called himself King of the Lamp Room was still sulking on platform four because nobody had lit his crown since Tuesday. Mrs Pell, who swept the waiting room, said he had been a dull sort of king until the gasworks came down, and after that he had gone properly strange.

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He was not a large ghost, whatever the crown suggested. He had a tongue that hung past his chin like a wet flag, and he liked to flap it at anybody who came up the steps with a ticket in their hand. The porters grew used to it. What they could not abide was the little one, Ansel, who had come in on the milk train one wet March and never gone back out. Ansel was round and pale as a bar of soap, and at the first sign of a whistle he hid his face in both hands and wept bubbles, blue ones, that drifted up into the rafters and popped against the iron.

The king took this as an insult. He wanted Ansel to stand up straight and be frightening. So one night he rolled his crown down the platform and told the little ghost that a king needed a witness, and a witness needed courage. Ansel said nothing. He only covered his face and went on making bubbles.

Then the eleven-forty from Leeds came in with its brakes screaming, and the king, who had never once been frightened of anything, found his tongue would not go back in his mouth. Ansel took him by the hand, the way the milk-train driver used to lift a child off the step, and walked him up the stairs. Mrs Pell swears the bubbles were still rising when the lamps went out.