Realistic tattoo of a nose and red lips with a red rose on the forearm, shaded in grey with thin branch linework below.

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Realistic lips and rose on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A close view of a forearm tattoo showing a shaded nose and glossy red lips, with a red rose with leaves across the upper right. The face is rendered in fine grey shading with smooth blending, while the lips and rose use vivid red ink with strong highlights. Thin, pale branch or thorn linework runs along the lower part of the arm, and a plain white top and dark trousers frame the image.

Realism Botanical Forearm Lip Nose Face Rose Leaves Thorn Branches

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The function room at Bishop Lacey Academy smelled of floor polish and lukewarm sausage rolls, and I had been hovering by the urn for twenty minutes before Deborah Hale finally turned round. She still wore the same red mouth she had worn at sixteen, the Rimmel shade we had nicked from Woolworths and split between us in the girls' toilets. It was the only thing in the room I recognised straight away.

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"You still owe me a Walkman," she said, and I said I would bring the Walkman if she brought the apology for the Geography field trip. We laughed the way you do when the years have made a joke of your quarrels. We talked about the rose bush behind the caretaker's hut, the one we had sworn was ours, and the jam jar of petals we had crushed into Vaseline and called perfume.

"They dug it out last spring," she said. "Car park extension." I asked where it had gone, and she opened her handbag and took out a folded photograph. Mr Pryce, the groundsman, had taken it on his phone and printed it at the library. The roots were bundled in hessian on the back of a van, the last of the red blooms still clinging to a cane.

She pressed a single dried petal into my palm before she left, brown at the edges but still holding its shape. "Mind the thorns," she said. "They never did come out of the hands."