Black line drawing of a chrysanthemum with leaves and a curling vine inside a circle, in a botanical design style with no body placement shown.

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Chrysanthemum and spiral vine in a circle

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A black line drawing of a chrysanthemum bloom with layered petals, two serrated leaves and a vine that spirals inside a large circle. The outlines are bold and even, with fine hatching on the petals and no shading or fill. The design is shown in plain black on a white background, with the flower placed to the left and the leaves and curl balanced across the lower and right side of the circle.

Botanical Chrysanthemum Flower Leaves Vine Spiral Circle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The vine had wound itself twice around the bamboo cane before Ada noticed, and by then the judge was due at ten and her knees had gone numb on the wet path behind the Methodist hall. She knelt among the bronze chrysanthemums with the secateurs in one hand, looking at the stem. It had come up through the fence from the Aldersons' yard, a thin green thing with leaves serrated like oak, and it had climbed the flower stalk as if the bloom were a trellis built for it.

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Her son Dennis stood at the gate with his arms folded. Show rules, he said. Nothing foreign on the staging. Ada told him the rules said nothing about weeds, and he told her a vine was a vine, and she said her mother had kept a bloom in the front window for forty years and never once been asked to cut out its company. He went off to the car muttering. She stayed where she was, turning the curl between her finger and thumb, tight as the spring in a clock.

She cut the chrysanthemum at the base and left the vine where it was, its tendril looping back on itself and taking hold of the fence wire. The judge pinned a red rosette to the bloom at ten past eleven and wrote something on his card without looking up. Nobody asked about the curl. By dusk it had crept along the palings to the Aldersons' gate, and Ada, filling the watering can at the tap, let it.