Traditional-style flash design of a pink sugar skull with heart-shaped eyes, a pink bow, red roses and a cobweb pattern, with no body placement shown.

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Pink sugar skull with bow and roses

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A bold outlined sugar skull with heart-shaped black eyes, a pink bow at the top of the head and red roses with green leaves at the temples and cheeks. The cobweb pattern is drawn in fine red lines across a pink background, with a pink heart-shaped nose and a toothy grin. Flat colour fills, a black outline and small dots and scalloped edging give it a classic flash look.

Traditional Skull Sugar skull Bow Rose Heart Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the fire is going down and the sea is listening. You want the story of the pink skull? Then hush. Up on Caracol, past the salt pans, there was a sugar-maker called Inés Varga who made skulls for the feast of the dead, one each November, so the children would laugh at death instead of crying at it. She tied a bow on every crown, because her mother had said the dead like something pretty to hold their hair back.

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The year the rains came early, she made one for herself, though she was not dead and had no plans to be. She painted it pink as the inside of a shell, ringed its cheeks with red roses, and spun a cobweb across the brow using a single hair from the donkey's tail. When she set it on the windowsill, the wind off the harbour rattled it, and its two black hearts seemed to wink at the empty road.

The old men on the quay said a skull that smiles brings bad luck to the boats. Inés said the smile was only paint. Then the fishing boat did not come back from the Three Sisters rocks, and her brother Tomas was on it. She went down to the water with the skull under her shawl, and for once she did not laugh.

At the tideline there was nothing but driftwood, a torn sail, and a cobweb strung between two oars, its threads beaded with dew. The skull grinned up at her the way it always had. She sat beside it and waited for the tide to turn, and at dawn the boat came in with its sail patched and Tomas singing badly at the tiller, a ribbon knotted to the mast like a flag.