Black and grey fine line tattoo of a flowering sprig with leaves on the forearm, shown from two angles.

Floral sprig tattoo on the inner forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A tattoo of a flowering sprig with a dense cluster of small blossoms, trailing stems and pointed leaves, shown in two photos from different angles. The linework is fine and even, with the blossoms built from many small outlines and little or no shading. The ink is solid black on pale skin against a plain beige wall, and the composition runs diagonally from the elbow end of the forearm.

Fine line Botanical Forearm Flower Blossom Sprig Leaves Stem Botanical

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The 6.52 came into Carrow Road halt with its windows fogged, and Dilys Marsh was already on the platform with the goods-shed key in one hand and a jam jar wrapped in a tea towel in the other. Nobody else in the parish would have posted lilac to a florist in London, but the florist had written twice, and Owen Pryce, the guard, had promised to see the jar into the van himself.

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The bush had come from a sucker Tom brought home from his mother's farm near Clun the spring they married. It had flowered every May since, and nobody had ever cut it back hard. This year a wedding in Hackney wanted sprigs with the leaves still on, so Dilys had been out at dawn with her good secateurs, taking only the stems that trailed low enough to reach, and wrapping each cut end in damp cotton wool the way Tom used to.

Owen handed the jar back on the Thursday with a folded note. The bride's grandmother had asked for one stem to keep, and the florist had put it in water on her windowsill to see if it would take. Three weeks later a letter came with a photograph enclosed. A pale root had pushed out from the cut end, fine as thread, and the leaves had stayed green on the sill.

Dilys pinned the photograph inside the signal box door, beside the timetable, and went on logging the trains. Each morning she checked the jar she had kept back for herself, and each morning the roots had grown a little further into the water.