Drawn tattoo design of pink roses, a pocket watch, a ribbon and a chain on a pale pink background, shown as a flash design with no body part visible.

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Roses and pocket watch design

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A drawn design of three pink roses and a few smaller buds and leaves, arranged around an open pocket watch with a ribbon curling above and a chain trailing below. The roses are shaded with soft grey and pink tones, while the watch face, ribbon and chain use fine dark linework and grey shading. The design is centred on a plain pale pink background.

Botanical Realism Rose Pocket watch Clock Ribbon Chain Flower Leaves Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The customs officer turned the pocket watch over twice in his palm, then held it under the lamp as if the hands might confess something. Irena kept her gloves on and watched the chain pool on his desk, its fine links dull from handling. Her grandfather had carried this watch over the river bridge in the spring of 1938, looped through a buttonhole, and had been stopped at this same window and asked the same question about why a clockmaker's watch ran twelve minutes slow.

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"It runs slow on purpose," she said. "So the trains from the other side are never early for us." That was a lie her grandmother had told, and Irena had decided to keep telling it. The officer thumbed the case open. Pressed beneath the glass of the lid was a dried rose, paper-brown at its edges, and tucked beside it a strip of cine film, its sprocket holes punched neat as stitches, showing one frame: a woman on a platform with her hat blown sideways and her mouth open to call after someone already leaving.

He stared at the frame for longer than the rules required. Outside, a porter called a shunt, and somewhere a wheel squealed on the iron. "Whose is she?" "Nobody's now," Irena said. "She was going home." He closed the lid, and the little painted roses caught the light, pale pink in the dim office.

He slid the watch back across the desk and stamped her paper without looking up. Irena fastened the chain to her coat, and when she stepped onto the bridge the hands read ten past four, twelve minutes behind the station clock, which was exactly right.