Full-colour realism tattoo of a peacock with pink flowers along the side of a person's ribs.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Peacock and flowers on the ribs

Realism · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A peacock with a blue neck and purple-tinted body stands in profile, its tail fanned downward with green feathers and orange-rimmed eye markings. Pink and red flowers with green leaves sit behind and beside the bird, with small petals scattered below. Shading is smooth and detailed, with saturated colour dominating the design against the skin tone.

Realism Ribs Peacock Feather Flower Petal Leaves Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stationmaster's wife kept the peacock because the company had left it behind in a crate with a timetable nailed to the lid, and nobody at Hollin Cross could say who was meant to pay for its keep. Mrs Ottley fed it crusts from the refreshment room and called it Mister Ninepence, after the sum the porter had been given to carry it up from the goods yard.

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The bird grew vain. Whenever the four-ten came in, it walked to the end of the down platform and spread its tail over the gravel, and the passengers stopped to look rather than climb aboard. Abel Ferris in the signal box wrote twice to the district office about it. Mrs Ottley only said the bird was waiting for somebody, and went on sweeping.

One wet March a girl stepped off the branch train with a carpetbag and a pink ribbon in her hair, asking after an uncle who had gone to the mill and never written. The peacock turned its head, lifted its tail, and every eye in the fan opened at once, orange-rimmed and bright as lamps. The girl laughed for the first time in what she later said was a month, and the uncle, it turned out, was waiting in the next village with his boots already on.

That summer red flowers came up between the sleepers where nothing had grown before. When the district man finally came to fetch the bird, he found the crate lined with petals and the tail feathers laid out along the platform like a fan. The four-ten left on time that day, and no one at Hollin Cross mentioned the bird again.