Colour Japanese-style peony tattoo with red petals, teal centre and green leaves, outlined in black, on an arm.

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Red peony with teal centre on an arm

Japanese · Other · Colour · Photo

A large peony flower fills the frame, with layered red petals shaded from deep red to lighter pink. The centre is a cluster of teal-green petals around a dark stamen-like core. Green leaves with black outlines sit behind and below the flower, and the two side-by-side photos show the same tattoo from slightly different angles.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernethy had counted the teaspoons twice before the coach came in, and still one was missing from the breakfast tray. She stood in the back kitchen of Seaview Lodge with the tray on her hip and listened to the gulls squabbling over the bins on Marine Road. Her lodger, the quiet Mr Okada who had taken the attic room in April, had asked for a jug of water and a clean rag, and she had carried both up without a word, because that was how the house ran.

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He painted peonies on the backs of old seaside postcards, great red heads of them, the petals fanned and frilled like the skirts of a dancer. The pier shop sold them for sixpence each. Mrs Abernethy had bought three for her sister in Fleetwood and not once asked where the ink came from, though the green in the middle of every flower was a colour she had never seen in a shop. It looked like shallow water over sand on a bright morning.

On Thursday she climbed the attic stairs with a duster and found the spoon. It was standing upright in a jam jar of teal pigment, its handle wrapped in a strip of newspaper so the paint would not climb. Mr Okada stood by the window with his brush in his hand and did not seem embarrassed. He said the green was ground from a stone he had brought from the beach below the north pier, the day his brother's boat went out and did not come back to harbour for a week. He had only meant to mix a little.

Mrs Abernethy turned the spoon over in the jar, watched the pigment slide off the silver, and set it on the sill to dry. She left the spoon where it was. Downstairs, she pinned the newest postcard to the hall board, a red peony with a green heart, and wrote the price in pencil underneath, as if it were any other morning in the lodge.