Black and grey orchid spray tattoo across a woman's shoulder and upper arm, in botanical style with fine shading.

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Orchid spray on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A branch of orchids with open blooms and closed buds runs from the top of the shoulder down towards the upper arm. The linework is dark and defined, with grey shading in the petals to give them depth. The tattoo is shown in black and grey against pale skin and a white textured wall, with a black lace top visible below.

Botanical Shoulder Orchid Flower Bud Stem Petal Vine

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The painted caravan had been sold twice before Ada Wren thought to look behind the sawdust tins, and there, wrapped in sacking like a sleeping cat, was a clay pot with an orchid in it. Three blooms, pale as candle wax, and four buds still shut tight, as if nobody had told them the show was finished.

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Her grandfather had won it off a Dutch sailor in a card game at Harwich, the way people in the company told it, and the sailor had said only that the plant must never be left in the dark for longer than a night. Ada had kept it alive through two winters on the road, through a flood at Ely and a fire at a fairground in Norwich. Nobody in the company had ever seen it flower. The old folk said it would open the morning the circus finally folded its tent.

The buyer came on a Tuesday, a man from an auction house in Leeds with a clipboard and a cough. He offered forty pounds for the caravan and a little more for the pot, and Ada said she would think on it. That night the tent came down around them, canvas by canvas, and when she checked the sacking at dawn the nearest bud had split along one seam. By evening all four were open, flat and pale, with a gold throat in each one.

Ada carried the pot out to the bare field where the ring had been and set it down in the trampled grass, the way you would set down a child who had finally fallen asleep. The flowers faced the road, and she left them there.