Painterly botanical flash design of a bouquet with a pink rose, rust-coloured bloom, mustard berries and sage leaves on a white background.

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Painted bouquet of pink rose and rust bloom

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A hand-painted bouquet built around a large pink rose with a dark centre, a rust-red flower above it and mustard-yellow berry sprigs. Seed pods and sage-green leaves frame the arrangement, with loose brushwork and soft shading on the petals. The design is centred on a plain white background.

Botanical Bouquet Rose Flower Leaves Berry Seed pod Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bouquet was due at six, and at a quarter past five Maud still had the rust-red bloom sitting wrong in her palm. The back room of the shop smelled of wet stems and cold tea. Beyond the roller shutter, the last bus of the night sighed up Ecclesall Road with its windows empty. She tucked a sprig of mustard berries low into the wrapping, the way her nan had taught her, so the eye climbed through the sage leaves before it found the rose.

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The order had come in at eleven, written on the back of a bus ticket and pushed through the letterbox by a man who would not give his name. It was for a birthday, a woman called Irene turning ninety, who had once grown pink roses against a coal-house wall in Walkley. He had drawn the arrangement himself, badly, in biro: a rose, a bloom above it, and in the corner three little seed pods like knuckles. "She'll know what they are," he had written. "She'll be cross I didn't ask for lilies."

Maud pressed her thumb to the dark centre of the rose, where the paint gathered like a bruise. She had never met Irene, but she knew the sort of woman who kept seed pods in a jar on the windowsill and rattled them when she wanted the kettle on. At half past five she wrapped the flowers in brown paper and string, and then, almost without thinking, took one dried pod from the bucket and slipped it into her apron pocket.

At six the man came back in yesterday's coat and took the bouquet without asking the price. He turned it once in the light from the window. "She rattles them," he said. "My mum always said you could hear the summer in them." Maud nodded and kept her hand on the pod in her pocket until the shop bell stopped swinging.