Two black ink tattoos on forearms: an avocado cut in half with dotwork shading on the left, and a pineapple outline on the right.

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Avocado and pineapple tattoos on forearms

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The left panel shows an avocado sliced open, with the stone shaded in stippled dotwork and the skin edges drawn in clean outline. The right panel shows a pineapple in a single black outline, with spiky leaves and a diamond scale pattern across the fruit. Both tattoos are in black ink on what looks like the forearm, with plain skin around them.

Dotwork Forearm Pineapple Fruit Stone Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Dev, the lift in Harrow House has been out since Tuesday, so I have been climbing fourteen floors with the shopping like a pilgrim. Mr Okafor has taken to selling fruit from a folding table by the bins, and last week he let me have a pineapple for a pound because the leaves had started to brown. I carried it up in a carrier bag against my hip, and the scales of it pressed through the plastic like a row of tiny windows.

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The avocado came in the same bag. He said it was ready tonight, which is his way of saying it won't keep. I cut it open on the balcony rail with the knife you left behind, and the stone slipped out whole and heavy, the colour of wet slate. I kept it. I couldn't tell you why. It sits on the windowsill now beside the pineapple crown I've been trying to root in a jam jar, and between them they look like the only settled things on this estate.

Last night the power dipped and I sat in the dark while the fridge wound down. Through the window I could see the whole block lit in squares, dozens of kitchens, each one somebody's bit of fruit going soft. I thought about you driving the van up the M1 with the Christmas lights still taped to the dashboard, and I found I didn't mind the dark so much.

The jar has roots now, two white threads like hairs. I'm enclosing a drawing of the stone, since you always said I could never draw anything that wasn't already a fruit. Keep your eye on the road. Love, Maureen.