Black fine line botanical tattoo of a leafy vine curling from the inner wrist up the forearm, with a hand resting on dark denim beside it.

Leafy vine tattoo on wrist and forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A hand rests on dark denim while a black leafy vine tattoo wraps from the inner wrist up the forearm. The thin, even outlines form small pointed leaves, curling tendrils and a single trailing stem, with some light shading inside the leaves. The tattoo is in black ink on pale skin and sits against a dark fabric background, with the hand and forearm framed diagonally.

Fine line Botanical Forearm Vine Leaves Foliage Tendril Branch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Marguerite,

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The rain has not let up since Tuesday, and the stallholders on Hadley Street have taken to sheltering under the awnings of the fishmonger, which is how I came to meet the vine woman. She sells cuttings from a barrow by the old chapel, wrapped in wet newspaper and tied with garden string. I bought a sprig of ivy off her for the kitchen windowsill, and she told me, without my asking, that a vine will find its way up any wall if you give it a single nail to hold.

I have thought about that all week. You will laugh, but I went back on Thursday with a half crown in my glove and asked her what she would charge to write something on the back of my hand. She said she had no pen, only a needle and a little pot of soot, and that the price was an honest answer to one question. I asked her which question. She said, "Is there anyone you have been holding up?" I said no, and she looked at me the way Mother used to look at a loaf that had risen wrong, and told me to come back when I had thought about it properly.

So I have been thinking. I keep coming back to the Pemberton boy, who lodged above the ironmonger's and brought me a sack of runner beans every September until the summer he left for Canada without a word. I am not sure he was ever the one who needed holding.

The rain is coming through the gutter again. I will post this before the last collection and tell you the rest when you are home.

Yours in damp boots, Edith