Colour tattoo of a blueberry branch with dark purple berries and green leaves wrapping around a forearm, in a botanical style with realistic shading.

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Blueberry branch wrapped around a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A sprig of blueberries runs in a band around the arm, with clusters of dark purple berries hanging from a thin green stem. The leaves are shaded in several greens with soft highlights, and the berries have glossy, rounded shading. The design is shown in colour against plain pale skin on a light grey background.

Botanical Realism Forearm Berry Branch Leaves Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bag of berries arrives at ten past three, tucked under the arm of a daughter who has not slept properly since Tuesday. She sets it on the tray table of bed six as if it might spill something precious. Inside, wrapped in a tea towel, is a sprig of blueberries still on its woody stem, the leaves gone a little limp from the car. You hold it up to the light from the corridor and count the clusters. Nine. Mr Okafor, who has said nothing since the morning round, opens his eyes and asks whether they came from Cornwall.

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You know the answer is no, because the tea towel has a supermarket crest printed on it. But you say, 'Maybe,' and the daughter laughs for the first time in days. She tells you her father used to walk the edge of the moor every August with a tin mug hooked to his belt, picking until his fingers were stained the colour of ink. He never ate more than a handful. The rest went into the jam pan, then into the freezer, then onto the doorsteps of neighbours who never asked for them.

At four the ward goes quiet in the way only night wards do, a long hum of machines and a trolley wheel turning somewhere far off. You find a saucer and tip three berries into it. The dark skins split a little under your thumb and leave a bruise of juice on the china. You set it where he can see it. He reaches for one, looks at it the way you might look at a letter you have been expecting for years, and holds it on his tongue without chewing.

When the day staff come in at seven, the saucer is empty and the daughter is asleep upright in the chair. You do not wake her. On the whiteboard, between the pain score and the fluid chart, you write one word in the margin, a word no audit form has a box for: sweet.