Fine line black tattoo of two outlined hands holding lavender and daisy sprigs on a forearm, photographed against a brick wall.

Hands holding flowers on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two outlined hands rise from the bottom of the design, each holding a bundle of flowering stems and leafy sprigs. The lines are thin and even, with no shading, and the flowers include a daisy-like bloom and tall lavender spikes. The design is in black ink on pale skin, centred on the forearm with a brick wall behind it.

Fine line Botanical Forearm Hand Flower Lavender Daisy Leaves Sprig Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nadia had been carrying cuttings up the side of Harlow House for eleven years, one balcony at a time, and the only rule that mattered was that nobody watered anything they hadn't been given. Mrs Okonedo on the ninth floor kept lavender in a bread tin. Old Mr Pryce on the fourteenth grew a single daisy in a yoghurt pot he refused to replace, even after the council sent a letter about the window boxes.

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The lift had been broken since March. Nadia climbed with a carrier bag of stems knotted with garden string, stopping on each landing to get her breath back and let the bag knock against her shins. On the eleventh floor the stairwell smelled of bleach and someone's frying onions. By the time she reached the ninth, Mrs Okonedo was already leaning out over the rail, both hands gripping the cold metal, her grey cardigan pushed to the elbows.

"You're late," Mrs Okonedo said, though she was smiling. She took the lavender and turned each spike over in her fingers, checking for greenfly the way her husband used to check tomatoes. Nadia didn't say that the daisy was meant for the fourteenth floor. She didn't need to. Everyone in the block knew Mr Pryce's light had been off since the first frost, and the card taped to his door had started to curl at the corners.

Mrs Okonedo passed the lavender back over the rail, and Nadia tied it into her own bag beside the daisy. "Take him this on your way down," she said. "Put it on the sill where he can see it from the chair." So Nadia climbed the last five floors with the flower held out in front of her like a lit match, and set it in the yoghurt pot where the morning sun still reached.