Colour tattoo of a butterfly whose wings form an awareness ribbon filled with puzzle pieces, in a bold outlined style on the upper back.

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Butterfly ribbon with puzzle pieces on upper back

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A butterfly tattoo sits on the upper back, with its wings shaped like a loop-topped ribbon whose lower tails are filled with interlocking puzzle pieces. The wings have dark outlines and orange, yellow, blue and red shading with swirling inner patterns. Bright colour dominates the composition, and the design is centred on the upper back with the skin tone visible around it.

Neo-trad Back Butterfly Ribbon Puzzle piece Awareness ribbon Wing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair packed up on a Tuesday, which Maud said was the only sensible day to leave a town. You were seventeen and had been hired to paint the gondolas of the big wheel. Mr Okafor, who ran the dodgems and everything else that spun, wanted butterflies on the ride sides because children stopped to look at butterflies. You had a brush, a tin of enamel the colour of marmalade, and no idea how to make wings look like they could lift anything.

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Maud kept a biscuit tin of jigsaw pieces she had collected from church halls and charity shops between Lincoln and Penzance. Thirty years of lost bits, she said, and nobody ever came back for the rest. She tipped them onto the caravan table and told you to pick out the blues first, then the orange, because orange made people hungry for chips and rides. You laughed, and she didn't, so you kept picking.

By the Saturday the wings were finished on three gondolas: dark-edged, swirling with ochre and sky blue, each lower tail a ribbon knotted from puzzle pieces you had painted one at a time, no two alike. Maud walked the midway with a flask and stopped at the last one. A boy with a sticky face was tracing the edge of a red piece with his finger, matching it against the one stitched to his sleeve.

Maud said nothing. She emptied the last two pieces from the tin into your palm and nodded at the wheel. Hang them on the rim, she said. Somebody always needs the bit that doesn't fit yet. The wheel turned, and for a while you thought you saw a shape come together in the air above the lights.