Black and grey tattoo on an upper arm showing a Winnie the Pooh quote in serif lettering, with a sketched Winnie the Pooh and Piglet and a trail of footprints below.

Winnie the Pooh quote and Piglet on upper arm

Lettering · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A serif-lettered quote, attributed to Winnie the Pooh, runs down the upper arm above a sketched Winnie the Pooh and Piglet walking together. A trail of small footprints leads from the lower left toward the figures. The work uses black ink in fine, sketchy linework and soft grey shading, and the composition is tightly centred on the upper arm.

Lettering Upper arm Quote Winnie the pooh Footprint Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The windfalls had come early that August, and Ada was halfway down the Long Row before she noticed the prints. They were small and round, pressed into the dust between the Bramley trunks where the wasps were working the fallen fruit. They wandered past the ladder, looped back past the cider press, and stopped at the gate where her grandfather used to sit with his pipe.

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Gran had told her the story at the kitchen table, the way she told most things, with her hands busy over the bread. Len had carved two figures from a scrap of sycamore one winter: a bear with a rubbed nose and a pig no bigger than a thimble. He gave them to Ada when she was six, then went out to the orchard with the bear in his coat pocket and never came back in for his tea. The pig had stayed on the windowsill ever since, keeping watch over the bear's empty place. "He always said if you walk far enough," Gran told her, "the one left behind leaves a track."

At the gate there was nothing but a jam jar of cornflowers and a folded square of paper under a stone. The pencil had gone soft in the damp, but she could read it: Mind the top step, Pim. Keep the kettle warm for the bear. Ada read it twice, then tucked it into her pocket and sat on the gatepost while the light went orange over the grass.

She walked home in her grandfather's prints, which fitted her feet almost exactly. When she reached the kitchen, the light was already on in the window, and Gran was standing there with the bear and the pig in her cupped hands, not asking where Ada had been.