Black script word Ohana with a pink hibiscus flower above its final letters, tattooed on the upper chest near the collarbone.

Ohana script and hibiscus on the collarbone

Lettering · Chest · Mixed · Photo

The photograph shows the word Ohana written in a black, joined script on the upper chest, close to the collarbone. A pink hibiscus flower with a small stamen sits above and to the right of the final letters. The linework is clean and solid, with no visible shading, and the flower is filled in a single bright pink, which contrasts with the black lettering against the pale skin. The tattoo is centred in a close crop, with a dark strap of clothing along the bottom edge.

Lettering Botanical Chest Ohana Script Hibiscus Flower Lettering Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The road over the moor was shut by four, and by six there were eleven of us in the back parlour of the Sorrel, and not one of us had booked a room. My father would have sent the lot of them off with a flask and a map. Instead I stood at the range stirring a pan of potatoes while a coach driver argued with a farmer about chains and the farmer lost.

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The last to come in was a nurse called Leilani, who had been on the Leeds coach with her mother's pot plant wrapped in a tea towel on her knees. It was a hibiscus with one bloom left on it, pink as a sugared almond. She set it on the windowsill above the sink and said nothing would survive a Dales December, and then she sat down and fell asleep sitting up with her hands around a mug.

We ate at the long table by candlelight once the power dipped. Tom, who was eighty and had come to scatter his wife's ashes at the tarn, pushed the last heel of bread across to Leilani without being asked. When she woke she told us the word her grandmother used for family. It didn't mean the people you were handed, she said. It meant the ones who turned up at your door when the road was shut, and stayed for the soup.

The plough came down the lane at seven, its orange light sliding across the ceiling. Everyone was stiff and grey-eyed and reaching for their coats. The hibiscus had opened a second flower in the warmth of the range. I wrote the eleven names into the guest book, and where the form asked for purpose of stay I left the line blank, because the true answer was longer than the space allowed.