Fine line black tattoo of a row of seven small cacti and succulents along the inner forearm.

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Row of small cacti on an inner forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A row of seven small cacti and succulents runs along the inner forearm, including a prickly pear, a tall columnar cactus, a barrel cactus and an aloe-like plant. The linework is thin and even, drawn in solid black with no shading. The skin is pale and the background is a dark leather surface, with the composition centred on the tattoo.

Fine line Botanical Forearm Cactus Succulent Plant

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had not come to the ridge for three summers, and the well at the foot of the goat track had sunk to a bucket's depth of green water. Old Maren kept her seven pots on the south wall of the house regardless. She had carried each one up from the river clay herself, and each held something that refused to die: a flat-paddled prickly pear, a tall grey column with ribs like a bellows, a squat barrel, a fleshy aloe with a spiked tongue, and three small things the neighbours called only the stubborn ones.

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Her grandson Idris came up in the dusk with his fists closed. He had found a seed pod on the path, pale as an egg, and wanted to know whether it would grow in the one pot that stood empty.

"Put it in the cracked one," she said. "Cracked pots keep the cool longest, because the air gets in." He did. Then he asked why she watered none of them. "I water the wall," she said. "The pots only keep what the wall gives them. Ask the barrel. It has been drinking from its own belly for forty years."

Next morning a thin cloud sat over the far ridge, and by midday there was a smell like struck flint. The rain came in a single hour and went again. Old Maren stood in it with her palms open and laughed until she coughed. When the sun returned, the seed pod had split, and a green hook was pushing up through the crack in the clay, curling towards the light like a question.