Small black fine line lotus tattoo with dotwork shading on the upper chest near the collarbone, flanked by two dots and a black lace strap.

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Small lotus with dots on the upper chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A small lotus flower tattoo sits on the upper chest near the collarbone, with two petals and a lower bud shaded in stippled dots. Two single dots sit above and below the flower in a vertical line. The black and white photograph is taken close up, with a black lace strap running down the right side of the frame.

Fine line Dotwork Botanical Chest Lotus Flower Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The seed came folded in a letter from Aunt Ros, who had gone out to Kerala forty years before and never quite come back. Maud shook it onto her palm in the packing shed, a hard grey thing no bigger than a peppercorn, and read the rest of the letter twice. Nobody in Ledbury grew lotus. The water in the old horse trough was too cold and the summers too short, and her father had always said anything worth having was worth the trouble of finding out why it wouldn't grow.

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She sank it in the mill pond at the bottom of the orchard in the last week of August, when the Discovery apples were dropping faster than the pickers could gather them. Wasps drank from the windfalls. The water smelt of bruised fruit and clay. Every evening she walked down with a jam jar and checked for green, and every evening there was only duckweed and the pale reflection of the old cider press.

Then one morning in early September a single leaf lay flat on the surface, round as a coin, with a bud beside it the size of a thumbnail. She knelt in the wet grass with her sleeves pushed up and watched a drop of rain land in the middle of the leaf and roll off the edge without breaking. Two more drops followed, one above and one below, rings spreading across the pond until they reached the reeds.

She stayed until the bud opened. It lasted a single morning. Afterwards she climbed back up to the shed and wrote to Ros that it had worked, and then, because it felt like the truest thing she knew, she added that she had nearly not bothered to plant it at all.