Black and white line drawing of a lotus flower held aloft by an open hand with an eye in its palm, in a botanical style, with no body placement shown.

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Lotus flower held in a hand

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A white line drawing on a black background shows a lotus flower on a long stem, held up by an open hand with an eye drawn in the palm. A row of beads and a stylised lotus base sit at the wrist. The linework is bold and even, with solid black areas and no shading, and the composition is centred and vertical.

Botanical Lotus Flower Hand Eye Bead Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody claims the umbrellas at Calder Bridge lost property, and nobody claims the things that are hard to name. In March a shoebox came off the 17:52 to Leeds, tied with garden string. Inside, wrapped in a tea towel printed with ducks, was a carved wooden hand no longer than my palm. Its fingers curled around a brass stem, and at the top sat a lotus of eight petals, each one worn smooth where a thumb had rubbed it. In the centre of the palm someone had painted an eye, and the paint had gone soft at the edges.

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I logged it as miscellaneous, which is what I log most things. Gerald, who ran the office for thirty years before his knees gave out, came in to make tea and stopped in the doorway. "That's a Sunday piece," he said. "My mother had one like it. You don't hold a thing like that up for yourself." I asked what he meant. He said the eye was there so the hand could see what it was lifting, and then he carried his tea back to the platform before I could ask what that meant either.

For a fortnight it sat on the shelf between a tartan flask and a child's glove. On the Friday a woman came to the hatch and described the box before I had mentioned it. She knew the number of petals. I gave it to her without opening the tea towel again. She held it level, the way you would carry a full cup, and walked out onto the platform. I watched the 18:14 pull away with its lights on, and for a while the brass flower was the brightest thing under the canopy.