Black and grey rose tattoo in a botanical style on a woman's shoulder, with a beige off-shoulder jumper.

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Rose tattoo on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A large rose with shaded petals sits on the upper shoulder of a woman wearing a loose beige off-shoulder jumper with a studded pattern. The rose is rendered in soft grey shading with darker tones along the petal edges and a defined outline. The photograph is cropped below the lips, with the tattoo sitting near the centre left of the frame against a plain wall.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rose came up through the cinders at the bottom of the lamp-room yard the spring after the roof fell at Hollin Pit, and nobody would cut it, though the deputy wanted it gone. It was grey where it should have been red, the colour of wet slate, and its petals had dark edges like the soot that gets into a man's collar and never leaves.

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Mared Askew went up the bank every morning with a tin of cold tea and stood beside it, because her husband Tom was still under the fall and the men had stopped digging on the third day. The overman said the seam had closed like a fist. Mared said nothing. She talked to the rose instead, about the price of bread and the dog that had died, and she kept her hand on its thorns until they drew blood, because she said that was the only honest thing anyone had offered her that week.

On the forty-first morning the rain came sideways off the moor and the spoil slid. Men ran with shovels and found, under a foot of stone, a line of small pale pebbles laid end to end, each one knocked loose from the roadway, leading out of the black towards the daylight. They say Tom came up the path behind them, grey to the eyebrows, and sat down beside his wife without a word. The rose was still standing at the top of the bank, bent but whole, and it was the only thing for a mile that had kept its colour.