Black and grey sunflower tattoo with shaded petals and a dotted centre, placed on the upper back shoulder of a person wearing a white off-shoulder top.

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Shaded sunflower on a shoulder

Botanical · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A large sunflower head fills the top of the shoulder, with layered petals drawn in fine outlines and grey shading that gives depth. The centre is built from concentric rings and small dots, and the design is framed by a clear empty skin area. The photo is taken from a slight angle, showing only the shoulder, a thin necklace and a white top, with a plain wall behind.

Botanical Fine line Shoulder Sunflower Flower Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, and mind the gull on the bench, he thinks he owns it. Up on Quay Steps, above the salt house at Porthgwidden, there was a sunflower growing out of the cracked wall, and nobody planted it. Old Mags Trelawny swore the seed came in the cuff of a dead sailor's coat the winter the coal boat lost its rudder. She pressed it into the mortar herself, and by August the thing stood taller than the lamp post, its great head turned east toward the harbour mouth, where her son Joss had taken the Kittiwake out before dawn.

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Now, a sunflower follows the sun across the sky, everybody knows that. But the harbour women said a flower that turns all day must be looking for something, and this one never once turned back to the town. Mags climbed the steps every morning with her tea going cold in a tin cup. She counted the petals, layered like shingle on a beach, shaded grey where the light fell away, and she told it the news. Sprats were thin. The vicar's dog had eaten a kipper. Joss would be home when the tide was right.

The Kittiwake came in on a Tuesday, though not with Joss aboard. Harry Penrose stood at the bottom of the steps with his cap in both hands, and Mags did not wait for him to speak. She simply looked up. The flower had swung round in the night, every petal turned west toward the town, as if it had finally decided the sea had nothing more to show it.

And that is why, if you climb Quay Steps tomorrow, you will find it facing the houses. Don't ask me why the petals are grey. The salt takes the colour out of everything in the end. The flower only kept the shape of waiting, and the shape is enough for most folk.