Small green four-leaf clover tattoo with a dark outline, placed inside the ear, with a small white gem stud earring below it.

Small green four-leaf clover inside the ear

Botanical · Other · Colour · Photo

A small four-leaf clover is tattooed inside the ear, with each leaf filled in green and outlined in black, and a tiny white gem at its centre. The photo is a close view from behind, with blonde hair and a hand with glitter nail polish visible at the top of the frame. The design is simple and filled in solid colour, with the green dominating the small area of ink.

Botanical Other Clover Four-leaf clover Ear

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last summer before the school closed, Bernadette Crowe went out to the lane behind the chapel with a jam jar and a teaspoon, meaning to dig up the four-leaf clover that grew in the crack of the wall. Everyone in Hollin Gate knew about it. A clover with four leaves was lucky, and one with a white stone at its heart was lucky twice over. Her mother said it was nonsense. Her mother had also dug for it at nine years old.

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The stone was not a stone. Old Tom Harrow, who had rung the school bell for thirty years, told her it was a tooth of the saint who blessed the well, and that whoever carried it off would carry the good weather with them. Bernadette didn't believe him. She believed the teaspoon, which bent at the first root, and the ground, which gave up a small cold pebble the colour of milk. She held it to the window and it did not sparkle so much as hold the light still.

Forty years on, the reunion was held in the same hall with the same smell of floor polish. Bernadette found Tom's grandson by the urn, and he asked whether she still had the pebble. She said she had carried it back to the wall the night she took it, because that autumn the weather had gone wrong and she had not wanted to be the one who kept the luck. He laughed, then stopped, because the wall had come down in March and nobody had found a clover in the rubble.

She drove home by the coast road with the window down. Past the quarry she pulled in, knelt on the verge, and where the grass grew thickest she found four leaves. She left them exactly where they were.