Black and grey realism tattoo of roses and an ornate revolver with leaves, covering the side of a thigh.

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Roses and revolver on a thigh

Realism · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo covers the side of a thigh, showing several large, realistically shaded roses with dark green leaves rendered in grey. An ornately engraved revolver runs vertically through the centre, with its grip and barrel detailed in fine highlights and shadows. The soft, dark studio background keeps the focus on the detailed shading across the skin.

Realism Botanical Thigh Rose Revolver Pistol Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming down on Harrow Street since the gas lamps were lit, and Dolly Marsh had stopped pretending it would ease. She sat across the card table from the man from the Pearl Assurance Company, the revolver laid between two saucers of cold tea with its engraved grip turned toward him. He had brought his own handkerchief and was using it on his wrists, not his forehead.

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"Your husband signed for the policy in March," he said. "Nobody's asking you to say he didn't fall."

"Nobody's asking me anything, Mr Lusk. You're telling me." She lifted the gun and weighed it the way her mother had weighed a sack of flour, then set it down with the barrel pointing at his good suit. The scrollwork of roses had worn smooth where forty years of hands had held it. Walter had bought it from a Liverpool pawnbroker the week they married, swearing it was only for show.

Lusk's breath caught. He looked at the gun, then at the window, then at the dark strip of garden where the bushes Walter had planted shivered under the wet.

"Cut them back in the morning," she said. "They come up stronger that way." When the door shut behind him she picked the revolver up again and rubbed the engraved petals with her thumb, the way Walter used to, until the metal underneath caught the lamplight like a blush.