Hand-drawn tattoo design of a blue shaded rose with leaves and dotted chain drapes beneath it, drawn on paper beside pens and a pencil.

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Blue rose with dotted drape design

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A blue shaded rose in bold black outline, with two leaves above and sprigs to each side, sits over a row of dotted chains that hang in swags and end in a pointed drop. The rose petals are softly graded from pale to deeper blue, while the linework and dots are black. The design is centred on a sheet of paper, with a pen, a blue pencil and a metal pencil placed at the edges.

Botanical Geometric Rose Leaves Dot Chain Drop Pencil Paper

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud Thackeray had drawn the rose four times before the sheet satisfied her, and the fourth attempt still carried a smudge along the lower petal where her little finger had dragged through the graphite. Her father would have binned it. He always said a flower on paper should be honest about its ink. But the client, a Mr Oddie who had come in off the Southampton train with his hat in his hands, wanted a blue rose, and there was no blue rose in the book of flash pinned behind the counter, so she had made one.

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She shaded it with the blue pencil, pressing lightly so the colour would build in layers, pale at the top where the light would fall and deeper in the folds where the petals curled back on themselves. The chains she drew last, with the compass held steady in her left hand, one dot every few millimetres, swags dropping from the leaves to a single pointed drop at the bottom. Each dot took a breath. By the time she reached the fourth swag her wrist ached and the pen had begun to skip.

Mr Oddie came back on the Thursday. He turned the sheet over in his hands, looked at the drop for a long moment, and asked whether the chain carried on past the edge of the paper. She said it did. He nodded as though she had confirmed a debt. He counted out his coins on the counter and folded the drawing into a brown envelope, and she did not tell him that the drop had been the hardest part, because it was the only place where she had not been sure where the line should stop.

After he had gone she pinned a fresh sheet to the board and set a single dot in the middle of it. Then another, a little to the left. She let the pencil wander until the chain began again, and when she looked up the afternoon light had moved off the counter, and the blue pencil had rolled to the edge of the desk, and she left it lying there.