Black and grey realism tattoo of three hibiscus flowers with swirling foliage and Greek script on the side of the ribs.

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Hibiscus flowers with Greek script on ribs

Realism · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Three hibiscus flowers stack diagonally up the side of the torso, with scrolling leaves and curls between them and the Greek script Σ'αγαπώ beneath. The petals are finely shaded in grey tones with soft highlights, giving a realistic, dimensional look. The work is entirely black and grey and runs vertically along the flank against a warm-toned wall.

Realism Botanical Ribs Hibiscus Flower Swirl Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Stavros had been drawing on the backs of the observation charts since midnight, and by three o'clock he had run out of paper that nobody else was using. I took the clipboard from him gently, the way you'd take scissors from a child, and found three hibiscus under the biro, their petals shaded with the side of the pencil until they looked soft enough to touch. Beneath them he had started a curl of leaves, and beneath that, nothing yet.

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He wanted them to go to Eleni. She grew hibiscus in a plastic tub on the balcony of their flat in Thessaloniki, and every spring she told him they were too delicate for a man who couldn't keep a cactus alive. He asked me to post the drawing with his personal things in the morning, though the porters would never manage it before the day shift, and I said I would. He asked if I could write the words under the flowers, because his hand wouldn't hold a line anymore. He spelled them out letter by letter from a birthday card he'd kept in his locker, and I copied the Greek as carefully as I could, the sigma first, then the apostrophe he insisted was in the wrong place.

At half past five the corridor lights were still humming and the drip stands looked like thin silver trees. I folded the chart in four and put it in the pocket of my tunic, where it sat against my pen all through handover. When I finally walked out past the car park the sky over the bins had gone the colour of weak tea, and I thought about a balcony I'd never seen, with a tub of flowers that had survived another winter because somebody had kept them indoors.