Realistic coloured tattoo of two plumeria flowers with pink, purple and yellow petals on the forearm.

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Plumeria flowers on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows two plumeria flowers, one overlapping the other, with a bud between them. The petals are shaded with smooth gradients from pale pink and lilac to deeper magenta, with warm yellow centres. The flowers fill the frame against plain skin and a blurred striped background.

Realism Botanical Forearm Plumeria Flower Bud Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Your mother never forgave me for the cutting. It came over from Tenerife in a yoghurt pot wrapped in a damp tea towel, and Sid Pardoe, who ran the ferry tea hut at Harwich, swore it would flower by Easter. It did not. It sulked on the windowsill for three winters, dropping leaves like a bad-tempered cat, and every time I carried it out to the greenhouse your mother carried it back in to the kitchen.

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Then in the spring you were nine and wanted to see inside the bud. You pressed your thumbnail against the tight twist of it, and I told you a plumeria opens when it's ready, not when you're impatient. You were the one sulking by then, not the plant. We sat on the back step with the kettle going cold until the bud split at the top like a sealed envelope. Five petals, pale as the inside of a shell, edged in a pink that deepened toward the throat, with a yellow centre that looked lit from behind.

Sid was right about the scent, at least. Within ten minutes the whole yard smelled of it, sweet and a little like warm wax, and the neighbour's ginger cat came over the wall to sit in the bed beside it. I wrote to Sid's widow to tell her. She wrote back that he'd have wanted the second bud, the one hiding under the first. There it was a fortnight later, leaning over its sister as if it had something to say.

So I'm sending you the other cutting, taken from the second stem before the frost. Wrap it in newspaper, keep it dry, and don't put it on the windowsill. It needs a bit of sun and a good deal of patience, which I think you're old enough to manage now. Love, Dad.