Colour realism tattoo of an open silver pocket watch with a chain, set against pale pink flowers and green leaves on a limb.

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Realistic pocket watch with flowers

Realism · Other · Colour · Photo

A realistic open pocket watch with a dangling chain sits in the foreground, showing a gold-toned movement and Arabic numeral dial beneath a detailed silver case. Soft pink and lilac petals, stamens and green leaves fill the background, with blue shading behind them. Smooth blending and strong highlights give the metal and flowers a three-dimensional, photographic look.

Realism Other Pocket watch Chain Clock face Flower Lily Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pryce kept the watch in the biscuit tin with the spare keys, and every Monday I wound it, because nobody else in Saltcote would touch a dead man's things. Mr Ashdown had paid for three weeks in advance, in old half-crowns, and then he went down to the harbour one grey morning and didn't come back up the steps. The chain was still hooked through the buttonhole of his coat when the constable brought it round.

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I set the hands to the hour the lodger had left them at, which was twenty past nine, and then I let the thing run. It ticks through the gold movement like a small animal in a wall. The lid is silver, with roses worn into it, and inside there is a dial with numbers round the edge that no one in the town can read without squinting, except the Pryce girl, who learned them from her grandfather's clock shop and insists they are Roman, which they are not.

Lilies came up in the garden that August, white and then pinkish at the throat, and the bees got into the front room and drowned in the fruit bowl. I cut a handful and put them in the hall vase beside the telephone, where the lodgers would see them on their way out to the pier. Nobody thought to ask about the watch. It sat on the sideboard under the lamp, catching the light the way water does.

In October a letter came from a solicitor in Bristol asking whether the watch had been kept in good order. I told him it had been kept perfectly. I told him it was still running, that I was winding it every week, and that it would go on running until someone came to claim it, which I suspected would be never. Then I dropped the letter in the stove, watched the corners curl, and went out to fetch the lilies in before the frost.