Black and grey botanical tattoo of a rose with a long curving stem, leaves and scattered petals along the side of the ribs.

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Rose with falling petals on the ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded rose bloom sits at the top of the design, with a long thin stem curving down the skin past two leaves and several loose petals. The petals are rendered with soft grey shading and fine dark outlines that give the bloom depth. Only black and grey ink is used, and the tattoo fills most of the frame against a dark background.

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The roses were already dropping when Mr Askew carried the crate through from the van, so I pulled the worst of them out the back before Mother could tut about the waste. Dad grew the Grey Ghosts in the glasshouse behind the Ferry Road shop, the only ones in Haddon Cross that came out the colour of dishwater under the lamps and somehow looked better for it. Nobody bought them for birthdays. They bought them for funerals, and for the one day a year a man decided to say something he couldn't manage sober.

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On the Saturday Ted Carrow came in with his good hat in his hands, and I cut him the longest stem we had and wrapped it in brown paper so the thorns wouldn't catch on his coat. He walked it up Chapel Street towards St Michael's, and by the lamp post outside the Co-op a petal had worked loose and lay on the pavement. Then another. I followed at a distance with the broom I'd been meant to use on our step, gathering them into my apron pocket until the cloth hung heavy against my hip and I felt a fool for it.

At the lychgate I stopped. The bride was a Miss Pryce from Lowther Street, not the girl I had imagined him marrying, and the bells had already started, so I turned round and went home without seeing the vows.

I laid every petal out on the windowsill in a row, grey side up, the way Dad taught me to lay out cuttings. By the time the 4.12 went past the allotments there were eleven left, and I opened the sash and let them go one at a time, watching the wind carry them off towards the station.

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