Black ink line drawing of a geisha with a flower hair ornament leaning in to kiss a figure with short hair, in a Japanese-influenced style, shown as a tattoo design on paper.

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Geisha and figure embrace flash design

Japanese · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink line drawing shows a geisha with an elaborate updo and a large flower ornament at the back of her hair, leaning towards a figure with short hair. One hand rests against her shoulder while the other is visible at the edge of the composition. The image uses bold solid black hair shapes and thin outlines on a pale grey background, with no colour and no shading beyond flat black fills.

Japanese Geisha Couple Kiss Embrace Flower Hair ornament Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The potato peelings had frozen to the lip of the bucket by the time Eli Marr remembered the envelope tucked inside his oilskin. He wiped his hands on the flour sack, reached past the tins of condensed milk, and drew out the print he had paid four yen for in a Yokohama side street, the paper gone soft as cloth from three weeks of handling. The galley swung with the swell. Somewhere above him the second mate was shouting about the lashings on the hatch.

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The woman in the print wore her hair piled high and pinned with a single flower, and she leaned her face towards a man whose head was cropped close, as if he had only just come in out of the rain. Eli had bought it for Nell Abbott, who ran the chandlery in Bristol and who had once told him he had a face like a shut door. He had meant to say something clever when he gave it to her. He had rehearsed it across two oceans, over the boiling of a thousand pans.

The Tamar Star rolled into the Bristol Channel on a grey Tuesday. Eli walked up the Welsh Back with his sea bag on his shoulder and the print folded in his breast pocket, and found the shop shuttered, a card in the window reading gone to Cardiff, with no date. He stood there until the gulls started. Then he went back to the ship, because a cook with no berth ashore has nowhere else to go.

On the next voyage he pinned the print above the range, where the steam kept the corners curled and the ink went a little brown. The new lad from Hull, who asked too many questions, wanted to know who the lady was. Eli looked at the two heads bent close together, the flower at her ear, and said she was waiting on someone to come back through the door, then turned the fish.