Realistic blue butterfly tattoo with shaded wings and a soft drop shadow, sitting on the side of a person's neck.

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Blue 3D butterfly on the neck

Realism · Neck · Colour · Photo

A close photograph of a blue butterfly tattoo on the side of a neck, with the wings shown open and seen from slightly above. The wings use blended blue and black shading with yellow-white spots, and a dark shadow beneath the body gives the butterfly a lifted, three-dimensional look. The background is soft and out of focus, with part of an ear, a stud earring and a grey top visible.

Realism Neck Butterfly Wing Spots

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Edith Pell had been counting the sheets on the third-floor landing when the butterfly came in through the sash, blue as a gas flame, and settled on the sill of room six as if it had paid for the room.

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The lodger in six, a Mr Aske who sold barometers door to door, had left in March owing a week and a half and a brass compass. Nobody had cleaned the room since. Edith opened the window wider and the butterfly lifted, and its shadow lifted with it, thrown onto the wallpaper a hand's width below, so that for a moment there were two of it, one bright and one dark, and the dark one looked more certain of itself.

Gulls worked the front. Her son Arthur, home from the quarry with a cough, said it was a Morpho, that they only lived in heat and rain, and he'd seen one in a glass case at the Scarborough museum. "Then it's lost," Edith said, "same as the barometer man." She fetched a jam jar, a saucer of sugar water and a pencil to tilt the wing.

It didn't drink. It opened and closed on the sill like a page being turned, and when the wind off the bay came up the stairs it went out over the rooftops towards the pier, the shadow sliding down the wall after it and off the edge of the paper altogether. Edith stood in room six with the jar still in her hand and found she had forgotten what she was counting.