Close-up of a gold botanical vine and flower design with leaves running along a bare forearm and upper arm, with a woman's lips and chin visible above.

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Gold vine and flower design on an arm

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The design shows thin, curving vines with small leaves and open five-petal flowers running along the forearm and up towards the upper arm. The linework is fine and the motifs are rendered in a metallic gold tone against warm, soft-focus skin. The composition is tight, with the arm resting diagonally across the frame and a partial view of a face at the top edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain has found the gap in your tarpaulin again, and it runs off the corner in a thin line onto the buckets of wet stock. Your nephew Dev is shouting prices for the last of the dahlias while you count coins into a biscuit tin. Nobody buys flowers in weather like this, he says. Everybody buys flowers in weather like this, you tell him. They just don't know it yet.

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Across the aisle, Mrs Okafor's gilding stall has its shutter half up, and she comes out with a brush wrapped in tissue paper. She has been lifting gold leaf off its book with the tip of the brush all morning, laying it onto a picture frame that belongs to a man in Leeds who will not pay until Friday. Her hands are never quite still. She wants the lilies from your back bucket, because she is painting a trailing vine up the side of a mirror and needs something to copy from. You give them to her for nothing, and she gives you a sheet of leaf the size of a postage stamp, the colour of weak tea held up to a lamp.

That evening you press it onto a scrap of card and tape it above the till, where the strip light catches it. Dev asks what it's for. You say it's for the one part of the day that stayed dry. He rolls his eyes and goes out to fetch the crates, and you stay behind, watching the leaf shiver in the draught from the door. By morning a corner has lifted and curled like a petal in the damp, and you leave it that way, because it looks like it was always meant to grow.

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