Colour tattoo of a blue butterfly and pink blossom branch with falling petals on a person's lower abdomen, above the waistband of light jeans.

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Butterfly and blossom branch on the abdomen

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A dark branch with pink blossoms and small buds curves across the lower abdomen, with a blue butterfly resting near the end and several pink petals falling below. The linework is fine and dark, and the blossoms and butterfly wings are filled with soft, slightly gradated colour. The tattoo sits in the centre of the frame beside a navel, with the waistband of light denim cutting across the bottom of the image.

Botanical Fine line Other Butterfly Blossom Cherry blossom Branch Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The circus had two elephants left and only one of them still remembered the tune. Nobody had paid the Corran Brothers for a full house since the mill closed, so they pitched the big top on the common in March and waited for the wind to decide when to take it down. Ada Corran, who was nine and had been born under the canvas, kept the ticket box and counted the coppers twice.

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Her grandmother had a silk banner folded in camphor paper, painted with a dark cherry branch, pink blossom and one blue butterfly resting at its tip. Road folk said a lantern-maker had lost it at cards in Hull. The old woman said that whoever carried a petal out of the tent before the last show would have the luck of the road. Ada did not believe it, but she watched the banner every night when the lamps were lit, and the painted petals seemed to lean towards the door.

On the last evening a boy from the village came with a wet sack of pennies and asked for a seat near the front. He had no father. He watched the trapeze with his cap in his hands and afterwards tugged Ada's sleeve and asked whether the butterfly was real. She said it was only paint. He said his mother had painted one on his arm with ink, and the bath had taken it off, and he wanted to know if a thing like that could be kept. Ada unfolded the banner on the sawdust and cut from its corner the smallest petal, which was not paint at all but a scrap of pink silk her grandmother had sewn there years before.

She gave it to him. By morning the poles were stacked and the wagons were gone, and the common was bare except for a blue thread caught on a gorse bush where a wing had been. The boy kept the petal in his pocket. Ada's grandmother never mentioned it, which was how she said she approved.