Realistic coloured floral sleeve tattoo covering an upper arm and shoulder, with roses, pansies and sunflowers.

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Floral sleeve with roses and pansies

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A full arm sleeve of realistic flowers, including large pink roses, pansies in blue and purple, and yellow sunflowers, set among green foliage and small blossoms. The shading is soft and blended, with fine detail in the petals and a painterly, layered look across the arm. The tattoo runs from the shoulder down the upper arm, with the figure in a white vest top and pink zip hoodie cropped out of frame.

Realism Botanical Upper arm Shoulder Rose Pansy Sunflower Flower Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, the four-ten is forty minutes late and it won't get any quicker for you standing about. You want the one about the flower woman of Ashby Junction? Then mind the gap, because this tale runs all the way down the line.

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She kept a barrow on platform two, nothing grand, a tin bucket of roses and a tray of pansies with faces like tired old men. Every morning she came in before the milk trains, her hands green to the wrist from the stems, and she sold a bloom to whoever looked sorry enough to need one. Nobody ever bought the sunflowers. They were too loud for a station, she said, and they stood at the end of the barrow turning their great yellow heads to follow the sun across the roof glass, as though they meant to catch the first train out.

One February a stranger came asking for a rose that did not exist. Pink as a schoolgirl's ribbon, he said, with a green ground behind it like a meadow after rain, and pansies at the edge, blue and plum, the kind that grow where nobody planted them. She told him the nursery had shut. He said he'd wait. He sat on the bench through three trains, and on the fourth she gave him a single pansy off the tray. He laughed and said that was the one, the very one he'd meant, and he walked off down the steps and was never seen at Ashby again.

Now here is the part they tell wrong in town. She didn't grieve. She went home and planted a whole bed of sunflowers along the embankment, so tall the signalmen had to crane to see the lamps, and every bloom turned west, after the stranger's train.