Black ink line drawing of a geometric bee with angular, hatched wings and body, shown on a white background.

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Geometric bee line drawing

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A bee is drawn in a symmetrical top-down view, with wings spread to either side and antennae raised above the head. The body and wings are built from angular facets filled with fine parallel hatching and cross-hatching in black ink. The image is in black and white on a plain white background, with the design centred in the frame.

Geometric Bee Insect Wing Antennae

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Our Mrs Okonedo had kept bees on the roof of Hadley Tower since before the lifts broke for good, and she'd tell you so herself, usually while holding the lid of a hive up to the light. Fourteen floors up, she said, the bees didn't care for stairs, and they didn't care for the council either. They went where the flowers were, which meant the old allotment behind the car park and the buddleia on the bins.

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The summer the men came with the scaffolding, the hive went quiet. Nobody could say why. Mrs Okonedo pressed her ear to the wood and heard nothing but a thin, angry hum, like a kettle thinking about it. So she climbed up one evening with a torch in her teeth and a flask of sugar water, and she found the queen dead on the comb and the workers wandering the gutters in little crooked lines, as though someone had drawn them there with a ruler and then rubbed out the paper.

She sat with them until the light went. Then she did a strange thing. She took a pencil from her cardigan pocket and drew the bee on the back of an electricity bill, wings spread wide, all her angles laid out like the flat roofs of the estate seen from above, and she shaded every facet with tight little strokes until the paper went grey under her hand. She pinned it to the hive door with a clothes peg.

In the morning there were three workers on the drawing, sitting in the hatching as if it were a cool patch of shade. They stayed there all day. By the autumn the hive was heavy again, and the men had gone, and Mrs Okonedo still kept the bill on her kitchen wall, though she never once paid it.