Solid black silhouette of a palm tree tattooed on the side of a person's ribs, beneath a grey vest top.

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Palm tree tattoo on the side ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black palm tree silhouette with a slim trunk curving slightly and a full crown of drooping fronds sits on the side of the torso. The shapes are filled with flat black ink with clean edges and no shading, and the tattoo is the only colour against warm skin and a light grey sleeveless top. A hand rests at the lower edge of the frame, and the tattoo is centred in the upper half of the image.

Botanical Ribs Palm tree Palm Tree Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came down on the Thursday market at Saltergate for nine days without stopping, and by the second day the cobbles ran like a river into the gutters. Old Mercy Oake kept her stall at the far end under a sheet of tarpaulin, and beside her stood a clay pot with a single green shoot in it that nobody had ever seen her water.

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Traders asked her what it was. She said it was a tree from over the sea, carried home in the lining of a sailor's coat by her grandfather, who had promised a dying man to plant it somewhere the rain was kind. Nobody believed her, and nobody bought the stories with the oranges either.

On the ninth day a boy came through the crowd with his shoulders hunched and a wet paper parcel under his arm, asking for a dry place to sit. Mercy gave him the stool and a cup of tea from her flask. When the rain finally thinned to drizzle, the shoot had grown a hand's width taller in the damp, and its first leaves had opened like a pair of folded fans.

The boy looked at the plant and then at the sky and said it seemed to have been waiting for weather. Mercy said that was the whole secret. She wrapped a single seed in cloth, pressed it into his palm, and told him to plant it where the rain would find it. Then she packed up her stall and went home, and the tree, as far as anyone in Saltergate will tell you, is still growing.