A hand draws a fine line botanical sketch of flowers and leaves on white paper, with a second hand resting flat beside it.

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Botanical flower sketch being drawn by hand

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A hand holding a dark marker draws a light outline sketch of a small bouquet, with a cluster of tiny blooms, a larger open flower and leafy stems. The linework is thin and sketchy in a pale brown tone on a plain white sheet. The second hand rests flat on the left of the frame and the drawing sits centrally between them.

Botanical Fine line Flower Bouquet Leaves Stem Sketch Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Penhallow kept the boarding house at the top of Gull Steps, and she had one rule for her lodgers: no drawing at the table. Her late husband had drawn at the table, and the damp had crept up through the cloth and into the bread. So when the young man with the stub of pencil took the back room in April, she said nothing about the paper on his knees, only that the kettle was on the left.

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He drew flowers. Every evening he sat by the window with a sheet of cartridge paper and sketched the same small bouquet: three tight buds at the top, one open bloom with a centre like a lamp, and stems tied loosely with a leaf that curled back on itself. Mrs Penhallow saw the sheets when she came to collect the tea things. The lines were so faint they looked like breath on glass.

In June the fishing boats were late and the catch sold cheap, and a woman came asking after her son, who had gone out on the Mary Ann and not come back. Mrs Penhallow sent her up to the back room because she had nowhere else to send her. The young man was gone. On the windowsill stood a jar of water, and in it were three small blooms and one open flower, real and wet and smelling of the cliff path, though nobody had brought them in.

The woman took one stem home. The boat came in on the Thursday with the boy aboard, cold but whole, and the flower in Mrs Penhallow's jar stayed fresh until the first frost. She still keeps the sheet of paper in the drawer by the kettle, and she still says nothing about drawing at the table.