Black and grey mandala-style forearm tattoo with sunflowers, a six-pointed star and lace-like dotwork, running from the forearm down to the wrist.

Mandala sunflower forearm tattoo

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman in denim shorts and a grey top shows a dark ornate tattoo covering her forearm from the elbow area down to the wrist. The design includes two large sunflower-like medallions, a six-pointed star over the centre, and bands of fine scrollwork and dotted lace detail. The tattoo is in a single dark ink with no colour, and the image is a warm-toned photo with the subject's face out of frame.

Botanical Geometric Forearm Mandala Sunflower Star Floral Lace pattern Scrollwork Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okafor had brought a cardboard folder of our old art coursework to the reunion, as if it were evidence, and she laid it open on the trestle table between the sausage rolls and the squash. Most of my pages were compasses and wonky perspective. Dell's were the ones everybody kept picking up. Dozens of sunflowers, each one ringed with lace, each centre filled with tight spirals, and a six-pointed star pinned over the middle of every design like a clasp.

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"We copied the star off the library's geometry book," Dell said, arriving behind me with a paper cup of white wine. Her hair was shorter, and she had the same habit of tapping a ring against her teeth. "You used to draw on my wrists in biro during double maths. Remember? I'd let you do it if you kept the dots even."

I did remember. I remembered the sunflower bed behind the bike sheds that we had sworn to look after for the whole of Year Ten, and how the council had quietly turned it into a staff car park the summer after we left. We walked out there while the DJ fiddled with a cable. The tarmac was cracked in one corner, and in that crack, against all sense, stood a single sunflower, head bowed and heavy with seed.

Dell crouched and touched the centre with one fingernail, following the spirals inwards without speaking. "Thirty-four in the first ring," she said eventually. "That's how many we planted." Then she stood, brushed the grit from her knees, and walked back towards the lights of the hall, leaving me to decide whether the flower had been there all along or had only just decided to show up.