Pink cherry blossom flowers with dark stamens and two falling petals, shaded in a realistic botanical style on the forearm.

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Cherry blossom sprig on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two cherry blossom flowers sit in a loose cluster, with two petals falling beneath them. Soft shading gives the petals dimension, and fine dark dots mark the stamens. The pink colour is graded from pale to deep rose against a light skin tone, with the subject centred on a plain background.

Botanical Realism Forearm Cherry blossom Flower Petal Stamen

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cuttings had been wrapped in wet sacking since Alice Springs, and by the time the pickup crossed the salt flats Ruth could smell them through the cab, green and bruised. Her brother had promised the nursery in Coober Pedy would take forty saplings, grafted onto rootstock from a tree their father had planted in a yard that no longer existed. Nobody had warned her the road would be so empty, or that the wind would keep lifting grit off the verge and dropping it across the tarmac like sifted flour.

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Near a hand-painted sign for a closed roadhouse she pulled in to check the straps. A single tree stood there, improbable and pink, its branches bent over a rusted water tank. She had not known anything grew out here that wasn't spiny. Petals were coming off it in the hot gusts, pale and quick, and one landed on her wrist and stuck there, papery and cool for a second before the sun took it.

She stood under the branches a long time. The old man who kept the tank had told her the day before that the blossom lasted only a week or two, and that it went fast, the way everything did in heat. She thought of the forty saplings in the back, which would be planted in rows in a town where no one had ever seen a flower like that, and she knelt and dug up a stray seedling from the gravel at the tree's foot, wrapping its roots in her spare T-shirt.

Back in the cab she pressed the petal flat between the pages of her brother's road atlas, over the long red line of the Stuart Highway, and drove on with the windows down and the sapling riding beside her on the seat.