Greyscale pencil drawing of a realistic skull with roses, an orchid and a daisy growing across its right side, a design suited to a realism tattoo.

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Skull and flowers pencil design

Realism · Black and grey · Flash

A realistic human skull with its jaw open is shown in pencil, with roses, an orchid and a daisy clustered over the right side of the skull. The shading uses soft gradients and fine hatching to give the skull and petals depth and form. The drawing is in black and grey on paper, with the sheet's edges and other sheets partly visible at the corners.

Realism Skull Rose Flower Orchid Daisy Teeth

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cage took the last of the day shift at ten past six, and Ada Greaves was still at the lamp bench with a stub of graphite and the back of a wage slip. She had drawn the skull four times already. Each time the jaw came out wrong, too hinged, like a man caught mid-shout, and each time she rubbed it back with her thumb until the paper went grey and furred.

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Her brother Tom was on the night shift below, somewhere past the Duke's seam where the roof sweated. He had asked her for something to take down in his tin, something that wasn't another letter from the Coal Board. So she built the skull out of what she knew: the hollow of the eye where the light never reached, the teeth set square as a row of pit props. Then she laid roses over the right side of it, three of them stacked like lamps, and pushed an orchid up through the cheekbone, because her mother had kept orchids on the sill above the coal scuttle and nothing had ever killed them.

Near the top she put a daisy, tilted, its petals fanned out like a shift whistle going off. She shaded the petals soft and let the hatching run tight where the stems dragged into shadow. When she finished, it looked less like death than like something that had been carried a long way and set down gently.

At half past six the cage bell rang for the night men. Tom came up the lamp-room steps with his face black except for the white rings round his eyes. He took the drawing without a word and folded it inside his jacket, against his chest. Walking out through the gate, he stopped to show the lad beside him, and Ada watched the paper catch the lamplight before he tucked it away. She had drawn him something to carry down, and she had not thought to draw him a way back up.