Two fine-line black dandelion tattoos with seeds drifting away, one on each hip of a person in a bikini, shown in a sunny outdoor photo.

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Dandelion seeds on two hips

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two people in bikinis show matching black tattoos of dandelion seeds on their hips. The left design is a scatter of small seed heads drifting across the thigh, while the right shows a full dandelion clock with long stem and seeds floating outward. The linework is fine and dark grey, with soft shading on the clock head, and the warm skin tones and blue sky background make the ink stand out clearly.

Fine line Botanical Other Dandelion Seed Stem Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had the last clock of the summer, a grey globe on a stalk as long as her forearm, and she wouldn't hand it over until Ivy agreed to the wager. One puff for each minute, the rule went, and whatever the seeds said about the time was the time. Ivy squinted at the embankment where the railway ran down to the mill, the tracks already rusting in the dew.

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"It's half past six," Ivy said. "Dad's whistle goes at seven."

Nell took a breath that was far too big and blew. The seeds went everywhere, caught the wind off the cutting and spun up over the wire fence like a fistful of thrown ash, some tangling in the hawthorn, some dropping into the cinders by the sleepers. She counted under her breath. Eleven. Twelve. Then she stopped, because a single seed had landed in her eyebrow and she could not stop laughing long enough to finish.

The clock was still half full when Ivy knelt and blew her own, slow and careful, the way their gran had shown them, with the stalk held low and the breath pushed out from the belly. Forty-one seeds went up. Ivy shrugged. "That's a day, not an hour." Far off, the whistle went, and they both stood still while the stalk bent in the last warm light, bald as a pencil stub.