Black and grey realism tattoo of a rosary cross with beads and shaded roses on a forearm.

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Rosary cross and roses on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A detailed tattoo of an ornate cross hangs from a strand of rosary beads, with a dark round stone at its centre. Above it, large shaded roses fill the top of the frame, with soft grey tones creating depth. The cross casts a subtle shadow on the skin, and the image is framed close to the arm with a blurred background.

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The rosary had been counted through every shift for eighty-one years, and when Sister Agathe handed it to me at the ring's lock, its dark stone was warm from the hand that had held it last. "Thirty-one beads to the hour," she said. "Don't rush the decades. The garden lamps dim when you rush."

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Outside the reinforced glass the rose beds ran in terraces down the spoke, grown from cuttings the first crew carried in a sealed drum. Under the grow-light they had gone the colour of old pewter, every petal shaded like smoke. I had never seen a red one. Agathe said the first crew kept the cuttings alive by praying over them in the dark, and that God had a sense of humour about colour.

The count took me past the sixth hour. The cross swung gently against the cold hatch, throwing its small shadow on the metal, and I thought about the manifest, which listed one thousand and twelve souls and one set of beads. Somebody would have to keep the watch after me, and it would be me, because my hands were steady and the lamps had started to flicker each time I slipped a bead.

When the relief came, I hung the rosary on the hook by the hatch where the light fell across it. Agathe found me there at dawn, the stone catching a little of the glow, and she smiled the way she did at the roses. "Good," she said, and went to water the garden, which was, that morning, a shade less grey.

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