Black and grey realism tattoo of a pocket watch with chain and a rose on the back of a hand and wrist.

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Pocket watch and rose on the hand

Realism · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two views of a hand and forearm showing a realistic pocket watch with a chain and Roman numeral dial, with a large rose above it on the forearm. The work uses black ink and soft grey shading to build depth, highlights and cast shadows across the watch case and petals. The hand is shown in a loose fist, with the design spreading across the back of the hand and wrist.

Realism Hand Forearm Pocket watch Clock face Chain Rose Roman numeral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The village hall smelled of floor polish and the urn had been boiling since six. Gavin Roper was already at the trestle table with a name badge stuck to his jumper, and he waved Tessa over as though they had seen each other last week rather than in 1994. She glanced up at the clock above the stage. It said twenty to nine, which was the time the caretaker had booked the hall until, and she had no reason to trust it.

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Her father's pocket watch was in her coat, the chain looped twice around her finger so it wouldn't swing. It had stopped at ten past four on the afternoon he went into hospital, and she had never found the nerve to have it mended. Under the fluorescent tubes she opened the case. The Roman numerals had worn pale where his thumb used to rest. Gavin asked what she was doing, and she said she was checking the time, which was a lie, since the watch had said ten past four for eleven years.

Then Mr Ackroyd, who had taught them chemistry and never once raised his voice, came in carrying a bucket of red roses from the garage on Mill Lane, the cellophane still crackling. He had kept them in the boot all evening so they wouldn't wilt. He set the bucket beside the urn and said he had brought one for every name on the list that nobody had ticked off. Nobody argued. Tessa took a rose and laid it on the table beside the watch, and the petals looked darker against the silver.

She wound the watch while the others weren't looking, six turns of the crown with her heart going faster than it had any right to. Then she held it to her ear. It ticked. Gavin said it must be the hall, which had a habit of getting things going again. Mr Ackroyd took off his glasses, polished them on his tie, and checked the clock above the stage against his own. Neither of them said the time was wrong, and for once Tessa didn't need it to be right.