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Pink blossom tattoos on both forearms

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two matching clusters of pink blossom flowers sit on the forearms, one on each arm, with several open blooms and petals in soft pink and deeper rose tones. The shading is gradual and painterly, with fine detail in the petal edges and centres. The hands are held palms up against a plain grey backdrop, keeping the focus on the tattoos.

Botanical Forearm Blossom Flower Petal Cherry blossom

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mo had wrapped the cutting in a damp tea towel and tucked it inside her coat, so by the time the boat cleared the locks at Stoke Bruerne the twig had gone limp against her ribs. She'd promised Dad she'd get it to the allotment in Rugby before the frost, and she was already behind, the cratch cover flapping and the engine coughing like a smoker at a bus stop.

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Nobody on the towpath would have guessed the twig was a Kentish cherry. Dad had grafted it himself the spring the orchard at Hollingbourne was sold for houses, and he'd kept a jar of dried blossom pressed in his Bible beside the bed. Mo remembered him holding it up to the window and turning it slowly, so the light came through the petals like paper lanterns, and telling her that nothing worth keeping ever looked the way it did in a catalogue.

At Braunston she moored for the night and sat on the roof with a flask of stewed tea. The canal was black and still, and a moorhen picked its way across the reeds as if it had somewhere important to be. She cut a fresh end on the twig with his penknife, the way he'd shown her, and watched the white sap bead and then dry.

In April the lockkeeper's wife came down to the allotment with a bucket and stopped at the fence. Along the cut of the old wall, where Mo had set the little tree in a bed of brick rubble, the first pink buds had opened overnight, and the woman said it was the earliest she'd ever seen. Mo didn't say anything. She just stood with her hands in her pockets and let the wind shake the blossom down onto the water.