Colour butterfly tattoo with red and pink wings edged in black and purple, shaded to look three-dimensional, on the inner wrist.

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Red butterfly tattoo on a wrist

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A butterfly is shown in profile with red and pink wing panels, black edging, and small purple and white spots, with thin dark antennae extending forward. The wings are shaded with soft highlights and a cast shadow that give the design a raised, three-dimensional look. The butterfly sits on the inner wrist of a hand raised against a plain black background.

Realism Forearm Butterfly Wing Antennae Insect

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tomas had counted eleven boats in the harbour when the wind swung round and the first red butterfly came in over the breakwater, low and uneven, as if it had forgotten how to fly over water. Mrs Gunnarsdóttir at the post office said nobody had seen one on Skarra since her mother's day, when the lime trees still stood behind the chapel. Tomas pretended not to care. He had a parcel for the lighthouse and a bicycle with one working brake.

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The parcel was addressed to Edvin Ross, keeper, who had been dead four winters. Nobody had told the mainland. Tomas pushed the bicycle up the path anyway, the butterfly keeping pace above the handlebars, its black-edged wings catching the low sun so the red seemed to lift off the page of the sky. At the top the door stood open. Inside, the lamp was cold and a tin of paint sat on the sill, its lid prised off, with a brush standing in it like a flag.

He understood then. Edvin had painted every boat that came into the bay, every gull and every storm, and on the wall beside the stairs ran a column of small wings, one for each winter he had waited. The newest was unfinished, a single panel of red with its black edge only half drawn. The butterfly settled on the wet paint, folded its wings, and did not move again.

Tomas picked up the brush and drew the edge round the last panel, slowly, the way he had seen Edvin do it through the window every summer. When he finished, the butterfly lifted, circled the lamp once, and went out over the water towards the mainland. Tomas wrote on the parcel's label, return to sender, then crossed it out and wrote delivered.