Colour traditional-style tattoo of a red and white rose with green leaves on the inner forearm.

Red and white rose on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A bold rose with five red outer petals and five cream inner petals surrounds a central cluster of stamens, all outlined in heavy black linework. Green leaves frame the flower on several sides, with shaded tones giving them some depth. The tattoo fills the centre of the frame on a forearm, with a blurred jeans and dark top in the background.

Traditional Forearm Rose Flower Leaves Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had come in sideways across Hollin Market since before the clock struck eleven, and Nan Thorne had stopped pretending the stall would fill. Her two baskets sat on the wet boards either side of her knees. One held roses the colour of sealing wax. The other held cream ones, bruised at the edges, that her sister had grown on the north wall of their father's garden.

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Agnes had not spoken to her since the will was read. Agnes had taken the wall and the cream roses. Nan had taken the red bush by the well and a debt of eleven shillings nobody could account for. For two years they had sold from opposite ends of the same market, each calling the other's prices cheap.

Then a carter's boy came dripping under the awning and asked why the flowers in the two baskets looked as though they had been pressed together. Nan looked. Sometime in the night a red bloom had dropped into the cream basket, and the rain had worked it in. Each cream petal now had a thin red edge, and the red petals had gone pale at their hearts. Five red petals ringed five cream ones, with dark green leaves tucked round the outside, and there was no telling which flower had started the other.

She carried the baskets across the mud to Agnes's stall. Agnes was already packing up. Nan set down a single bloom, red at the rim and cream at the heart, and said nothing. Agnes turned it over in her fingers and remarked that the weather had been a nuisance. They sold the lot for a penny apiece by dusk, split the money down the middle, and Nan never did learn which of them had been right.