Black fine line floral sleeve tattoo with a large rose at the shoulder, running down the upper arm and forearm of a woman in a black vest top.

Floral sleeve with roses on an arm

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A full arm sleeve of black outline linework showing a large rose at the shoulder, followed by dahlia-like flowers and symmetrical mandala-style petals and leaves down to the wrist. The lines are fine and even, with no shading or colour, and the design fills the arm edge to edge. The photo is taken from the side against a plain pale wall, with the head cropped out of frame.

Fine line Botanical Shoulder Upper arm Forearm Rose Flower Leaves Mandala Floral Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hannah Dunn had been at the kitchen table since before the pit buzzer, a steel nib dipped in Indian ink and her grandmother's sampler propped against the teapot. The lines had to be fine enough to hold on paper that would be pressed flat under Mrs Pryce's iron, and even enough that the petals would look the same on both sides. Every rose in Eldon Row had started on that table, and most had been paid for in eggs.

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The Hartley boys had come round on Sunday asking for something they could carry down the shaft without it fading. Their mother wanted a rose at the top, the big cabbage sort with its petals folded in on themselves, then the dahlias from the allotment behind the chapel, then leaves all the way down to the wrist. Hannah drew the rose first and worked down the sheet, mirroring every petal so that if the paper was folded along its spine the two halves would meet without a gap.

By the Thursday the drawing ran the length of the table and off the end onto Dad's chair. She had left the wrist until last, the leaves spreading out like the fingers of a hand, and there she stopped. A space the width of a thumbnail sat between the last two leaves, and she could not for the life of her decide whether it was a mistake. She tried a dot, then a tiny star, then nothing at all.

In the end she left it open, rolled the paper loosely and set it by the range. When Danny Hartley came for it on Saturday, she told him the gap was for the pit lamp, so the light would have somewhere to sit. He laughed and said his mam would have a fit. Hannah did not tell him she had only meant to leave room for whatever he would add himself, down there, where the light was no use to anyone but him.