Two rose tattoos with grey geometric outlines and dotted lines on the ankles of a pair of bare feet, shown in a colour realism style.

Rose tattoos with geometric outlines on both ankles

Geometric · Ankle · Colour · Photo

Two large roses sit on the ankles, one on each foot, with soft shading on the petals in dusty reds and pinks. Angular grey shapes wrap behind each bloom, and fine black lines with small dots run down from the shapes to form a geometric frame. The colour is muted and the image is taken from above on a dark surface, with the toes in pink nail polish.

Geometric Realism Ankle Rose Geometric shape Dotted line Feet Ankle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The glass was the last thing in the Ashworth conservatory the damp hadn't finished, and Miriam Coyle had until Monday to measure every pane before the demolition men arrived with their hammers. She worked from a stepladder with a tape in her teeth, calling figures down to her notebook. Most of the roof had gone grey and seamed with green, but the lower panes still held their faceted edges, cut at angles nobody had bothered to explain to her.

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Along the north wall the old damask rose had climbed the iron frame for so long that its canes had become part of the structure. Its blooms had dropped months ago, leaving only hips the colour of rust. Miriam pressed a thumbnail into the plaster at each corner she marked, and every small dent made a dot, and every dot joined another, so that by noon she had a line running the length of the wall like a stitch somebody had forgotten to finish.

On the underside of the fourth pane from the door she found a rose drawn in grease pencil, shaded in three soft pinks, with a faint hexagon behind it. Beneath, in capitals gone pale, were the initials W.T. and a date from the year the war ended. She had never met Walter Tennant. The solicitor's letter said only that he had kept the glasshouse for forty years and asked that it be measured rather than simply pulled down.

She took the figures carefully. Width, height, the angle of each facet. When she finished, she copied the dotted line from the plaster onto the last clean page of her notebook, placing a dot beside each pane she had recorded. Then, because the rose was not on any form the surveyors had given her, she sketched it in the margin, shaded it with the lead of her pencil, and left the page for whoever came after.