Pink and red lotus flower tattoo with a yellow centre and green stem on the side of a person's ribs, in a soft painterly botanical style.

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Pink lotus flower on the ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A lotus flower with layered pink and red petals, a yellow centre and a thin green stem curving down towards the lower right. The petals combine dark outlines with soft, feathered pink wash and shading, giving a loose watercolour look. The flower fills most of the frame on the side of the ribcage, with a dark top and lace underwear visible at the edges.

Botanical Ribs Lotus Flower Petal Stem Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lotus came up through a crack in the concrete on the fourteenth floor the summer the lift broke for good. Nobody in Halvard House had planted it. Mrs Okonedo swore a pigeon had carried the seed in on its foot, Mr Price from the flat above blamed the wind off the canal, and the children said a fish had jumped too high and lost its way.

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Every morning it opened a little more, pink at the edges where the light caught it, deeper red where the petals folded in, with a yellow heart like a struck match. Its stem ran down the render in a thin green thread. When the council man came to scrape the damp, he reached for it with his trowel and the stem bent away from him, as stems do. The old saying in the block was that anything growing where nothing should grow is owed a hearing.

So they held one. Thirty-one residents climbed the stairs with their kettles and their grievances and sat on the landing around the crack. Mrs Okonedo spoke first, about the bus she had missed every Tuesday for nine years. Mr Price told it about his brother. Each of them gave the flower something they had been carrying down the stairs for years, and each time the petals opened one more fold. The council man spoke last. He said he had a daughter who drew lotuses on everything, even the lids of his tea.

The lift was mended that spring, though nobody could say who had rung the engineer. The lotus stayed. By August its petals had gone the colour of the sky at teatime, and the stem had found the railing and wound down it towards the car park, a green thread pulled taut across the grey. The council man came back to check the damp and stood a long while at the rail, then wrote nothing on his clipboard at all.