Small black Botanical tattoo of a five-petal flower with curling vine lines wrapping up the ankle.

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Flower and vine on an ankle

Botanical · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A small flower with five petals sits on the ankle, with thin curling stems and swirls extending up the leg and down toward the foot. The linework is fine and dark, with soft shading in the petals and the stem. The photo is warm-toned and softly vignetted, showing a bare foot and ankle against a dark background.

Botanical Fine line Ankle Flower Vine Swirl Petal Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wardian case had sweated all the way from Valparaíso, and by the fortieth day Tobias Wren had stopped counting the cuttings that went grey and soft in their damp moss. Only the vine on the lee side still climbed. It had put out a single bloom on the Tuesday, five pale petals no bigger than a farthing, and he had written the date in his ledger twice in case the ink ran.

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Hollis, the cook's boy, brought the water. He was fourteen and had a habit of tipping his cap to the plants as if they were passengers. "She's thirsty, sir," he said, and Tobias let him, though he had rules about who touched the glass. Each morning the boy carried a dipper of the fresh water meant for the officers' tea, and each morning the stems curled a little farther toward the light coming through the skylight.

The captain wanted the case lashed in the hold when the weather turned off the Horn. Tobias argued for the deck and lost. Then, in a squall at dawn, he found Hollis on his knees beside the case, wedging his own jacket against the swinging wall so the glass would not crack. The vine had wound itself round the brass handle, its curls tight as watch springs, and when the boy looked up his face was wet with spray and he was grinning.

They reached Bristol in April. The plant was the only thing from the voyage that came through the customs shed alive, and in the glasshouse on the hill above the docks it climbed the iron pillars and unrolled its flowers one after another. Tobias sent Hollis a letter with a single pressed petal folded inside. The boy wrote back that he had planted a cutting behind the galley, where the seawater never reached, and that it had already put out two leaves and a sulky little bud.