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Floral vine tattoo on a thigh
Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo
A black and grey tattoo of open flowers, buds, leaves and curling vines climbs from the lower thigh towards the outer side of the leg. The design uses clean outlines with light hatching and dark infill in the leaves and petals, and it is shown in a black and white photograph of a person sitting with one hand holding striped fabric.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The rose had come over on the post boat in a tin that once held tea, wrapped in wet sacking, and Ottilie Marr planted it against the north wall of her cottage because nothing else on Skerra would take there. By the second spring it had found the gutter. By the third it was climbing the wire of the hen run and sending long green tendrils across the path towards the lighthouse road, curling at their tips like something listening.
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Her neighbour, Tam Gillies, came up each Thursday with the mail and a complaint about thorns. "It'll have the roof off," he said, holding the envelopes out at arm's length as if the plant might snatch them. Ottilie took them without looking. She was counting buds: eleven open, six tight as knuckles, and one that had split overnight to show a pink throat no wider than a thumbnail.
The letter from the mainland was from the council, about the cliff. Erosion, they said, and the word relocation sat alone in a box near the bottom of the page. She read it twice, then went out and cut the first bloom that had ever reached the ground-floor window. She carried it down the path to where the turf gave way to grey rock and the water breathed below, and tucked it into a crack in the old pier wall where the spray could reach it.
Tam found her there at dusk. The tide was working its slow way up the rocks, and the vine hung out over nothing, leaves glossy with salt. "You'll not take it with you," he said. "No," she said. "It'll take the wall, though. It always takes the wall." Behind them the stems kept walking, one curl at a time, towards the sea.
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