Painted botanical flash designs on paper showing a red orchid sprig, a pink rose with grey leaves and blue forget-me-not flowers.

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Painted orchid, rose and forget-me-not designs

Botanical · Mixed · Flash

Three hand-painted floral designs are laid out on overlapping sheets of paper: a sprig of red and pink orchids, a large pink rose with grey and black-shaded leaves, and a spray of blue forget-me-nots with yellow centres. The painting uses soft, smooth shading with clean outlines, and the designs are arranged diagonally across the sheets.

Botanical Orchid Rose Forget-me-not Flower Leaves Sprig

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The portfolio had been wedged under the third bench on platform two for at least a week, because the dust on its corners had settled into the shape of the rain that had come through the canopy. Ruth Caddick carried it into the lost property office with two fingers, the way she carried anything that might be someone's last good thing, and laid it on the counter beside the kettle.

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Inside were three sheets of watercolour paper, each painted with a single arrangement and laid over the next as if the painter had moved from one to another and never quite finished. A sprig of orchids in raspberry and rose. A pink rose, shaded so deeply at the edges that its grey leaves seemed to turn away from the light. In the corner of the last sheet, a spray of forget-me-nots climbed diagonally, each flower with a yellow eye no bigger than a lentil. On the back of the rose sheet, in pencil, someone had written Platform 2, Tuesday, and underlined it twice.

Ruth filed the portfolio under P and went back to her tea. By Thursday she had almost forgotten it, until a woman stood at the hatch and asked, without preamble, whether anyone had found her flowers. "The blue ones," Ruth said, and the woman's shoulders came down an inch, as if she had been holding them up since Tuesday. "I painted them for my sister's wedding," she said. "The bouquet was supposed to be real, but the florist let us down, so I made them myself. Then I missed my train and left the lot on the bench like an idiot."

Ruth slid the portfolio across the counter. The woman opened it on the wet tiles of the hatch shelf, turned over the rose, and laughed once, a small surprised sound. "I forgot I'd written that," she said, tapping the pencil. "Platform two. I always meant to come back for it."