Colour tattoo of two orange lilies entwined with black swirling vines and leaves, running down the side of the ribs.

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Orange lilies and black swirls on the ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows two orange lilies with shaded petals and yellow-green centres, set on a sweeping black tribal-style vine with curls and small leaves. The lilies are rendered with soft shading and highlights, while the black linework is bold and flowing. The design runs diagonally down the side of the torso, with the upper lily near the top and the lower lily towards the bottom edge of the frame.

Botanical Neo-trad Ribs Lily Flower Vine Swirl Leaves Tribal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Teodor had been told the orange lilies at the wholesale yard were the last of the season, and that the hotel buyer would collect at four, before the sun got into the cold store. He stood under the sodium lamps on Ropemaker Street with a barrow of stems wrapped in brown paper, watching the rain draw dark curls across the tarmac.

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The orange ones were the difficult ones. They bruised if you looked at them wrong, and their pollen stained anything it touched, so Mara, who ran the night floor, had taught him to wear gloves and carry them upright like candles. "Nobody buys lilies for the smell," she said, snipping a stem on the bench. "They buy them to be seen from the door."

The buyer never came. At ten past four a van pulled in, but it was only the courier with a message for Mara: the hotel had cancelled the spring order. Teodor looked at the crate, at the blooms already opening in the warmth, and at the wet lines beyond the roller door. He cut the twine, carried the first bunch out into the street and began walking, following the tram tracks towards the river, where the bakers were lighting their ovens.

He left the flowers on the steps of the church at Bridge Gate, tucked beneath the railings where the bells could not reach them. By morning someone would find them, and someone would carry them inside.