Forearm tattoo of an elephant silhouette filled with pink and orange roses and green leaves on a black background, in a botanical style.

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Rose-filled elephant silhouette on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A black elephant silhouette, trunk curled upward, is filled with large pink and red roses, orange rose petals and green leaves. The shapes are bold and flat with fine outlines inside the petals, and the black ink forms the background of the elephant body. The elephant sits side-on across the inner forearm, with the colour concentrated in the centre of the design.

Botanical Forearm Elephant Rose Leaves Floral Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sports hall at Hollins Road still smelled of floor polish and warm squash, and the trestle tables stood exactly where the netball posts used to be. I spotted Carol Dacre by the urn before she spotted me. She had the same habit of tilting her head as if the room were a sum she was checking, and I could tell she was checking me too, the way you check a coat you think might be yours.

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Our school crest had been an elephant with its trunk raised, and underneath it the motto Nil Oblivisci in gold paint nobody could afford to touch up. In our last autumn Carol and I were given the job of painting the banner for the spring fair. We got bored of the grey and the brown, so we filled the elephant in with whatever was left in the tin of poster paint: crimson, a sickly orange, and the green from the art cupboard that smelled of pear drops. Mrs Hartley came in, looked at the mess, and said we would have to start again. We didn't. We hung it up anyway, and for three weeks the whole school walked under it.

Carol held out a small brown envelope when I reached the urn. Inside was a single pressed petal, orange gone the colour of weak tea. "You still owe me a rose," she said, and laughed, and for a moment we were fifteen again with paint under our nails and nobody having taken the banner down.

The caretaker began stacking chairs around us, and neither of us said what we had both been thinking, which was that the elephant had never been meant to be grey.