Pink hibiscus flower with black swirling linework and pink dots across the upper back and shoulder.

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Pink hibiscus and swirls on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Mixed · Photo

A large, realistically shaded pink hibiscus sits at the centre of the design, with dark veins and petal detail. Black scrolling linework and small black and pink dots spread outward over the shoulder blade and upper arm. Pink and black ink dominate, and the swirls give the composition a loose, flowing movement.

Botanical Shoulder Back Hibiscus Flower Swirl Scroll Dot Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crates came off the Lisbon boat smelling of wet straw and rum, and Ada Breen had her knife out before the lids were lifted. Hibiscus cuttings, the manifest said, twelve dozen, packed in damp moss for the glasshouses up at Halden Park. Nobody in Port Ysolde had ever seen one open, and the factor had promised a shilling a head to anyone who could bring a bloom to the spring fair.

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She knew the trick from her mother, who had grown them on a sill above the fish market. You kept them in the dark until the sun was on the water, and you never let anyone breathe on the buds. Ada worked the cuttings into black soil with a bent spoon, humming the tune her mother hummed, the one about the tide going out with its hat on. On the third morning the first flower came, pink as the inside of a whelk shell and wide as a saucer, its throat dusted gold, and the black stems around it curled like ink dropped in water.

The factor's clerk, Teodor Vance, came down the quay at noon wanting to buy it for his wife in the hills. Ada told him the flower would be gone by dusk. Every bloom opened once and died once, and that was all the life it had. He laughed and said that was a poor sort of bargain. She said it was the only sort the thing offered, and that he could pay her or not as he liked.

He came back at sundown with the money in an envelope. The petals had already folded in on themselves, soft as wet paper, and Ada lifted the last one free without tearing it. She pressed it flat inside the factor's ledger, on the page where the price of the hibiscus had been written, and by morning the pink had bled through the ink of the sum until the two could no longer be told apart.