Woman's arm with a colourful Japanese-style sleeve tattoo showing a red peony, a female figure and blue swirls, photographed in a mirror selfie.

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Japanese-style sleeve with rose and figure

Japanese · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A full sleeve tattoo covers the upper arm and part of the forearm, with a large red peony at the shoulder and a female figure with a decorative headdress below it. The linework is bold and the shading is smooth, with blues, teals, reds and yellows set against darker outlines. The sleeve is the main subject of a mirror selfie taken against a tiled wall.

Japanese Upper arm Forearm Peony Rose Cloud Swirl Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The reunion was held in the Methodist hall because the grammar school had been sold for flats, and by nine o'clock the squash had gone warm and the old register was being passed from hand to hand. Nobody noticed the woman at the end of the trestle table until Donna Pryce, who had sat behind her in Form Four, reached for the sugar and found a pale hand already resting on the bowl, a red peony opening across the back of the wrist like a lamp being lit.

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Her name was Sayo Hadley, though the register still said Sayo Ferris, and she had left Hadley Road in 1987 with a kimono-maker's apprentice and never written. She told them plainly how it was in the country she had gone to. A peony grows where the clouds come down low over the hills, and the spirit of that flower stays in bloom only as long as someone at home says her name aloud. If the name is forgotten, the petals drop one by one until there is only the stem left standing in the rain.

So they called the roll, because she asked them to. Each name was answered with a cough, a laugh or a hand raised from a pint, and each answer brought a petal down from nowhere onto the scrubbed boards. When they reached Ferris, Sayo, nobody answered, and the silence went on so long that Donna began to cry for a girl she had not thought of in thirty years.

At dawn the caretaker unlocked the hall and found the floor pink from the door to the stage. The register lay open on the table, and beside the last name, in ink that had not been there the night before, someone had written in a careful schoolgirl hand: present.