Black and grey botanical tattoo of a shaded flower with swirling vine linework running down the ankle and onto the top of the foot.

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Flower and vine tattoo on an ankle

Botanical · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded black flower with pointed petals sits above the ankle bone, with thin swirling vines and small dots trailing down over the foot. The linework is smooth and dark, with soft grey shading inside the petals to give them depth. The design is shown against a pink and red sunburst background, with the foot filling most of the frame.

Botanical Ankle Flower Vine Swirl Dot Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The vine had come over the chapel wall in the night and nobody had planted it. By morning it ran round the lych gate, up the bell rope and down the path to the miller's door, and at its end, where the flagstones met the mud, a single black-petalled flower had opened. Old Mab Rennick said it was a bad sign. Her son Tobias said it was only February and the frost had been cruel to the hedges, so a late bloom was no great wonder.

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The wedding went ahead anyway. Ada Tulle was to marry the cooper's boy at noon, and she had promised her mother a day without fuss. The guests came up the path stepping carefully over the curling stems, and the tendrils caught at their hems like someone wanting a word. Small beads of dew sat along the vine in lines, and the children counted them and got a different number every time.

When the bride reached the chapel step she found the vine had climbed her shoes. Each time she lifted a foot, a tendril followed and looped once about her ankle before letting go. She stood still and asked the flower what it wanted. Nothing answered, but the vine went slack and drew back toward the wall, leaving a clean dry path of stone to the door.

Ada married her cooper that afternoon. In later years the people of Thornwick still said the vine had come to see that she walked her own road, and that the flower, which never wilted, was the only thing in the parish that had never once asked anything of anyone. Mab Rennick swore it had been a warning. Ada always said it had been a blessing, and she kept a cutting of it in a jar on the sill until the day she died.