Small colour botanical tattoo of a sunflower with green leaves and a thin stem on the inside of a person's ankle, above black Converse trainers.

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Small sunflower tattoo on the ankle

Botanical · Ankle · Colour · Photo

A small sunflower sits on the ankle, with orange and yellow petals, a dark brown centre and green leaves along a thin, wavy stem that runs down towards the foot. The linework is fine and the petals are shaded with soft gradients of orange and yellow. The tattoo is framed by rolled dark jeans and black low-top trainers against a dark floor.

Botanical Fine line Ankle Sunflower Flower Leaves Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody aboard the Marigold Hebe knew where the cook kept her sunflower seed, though everybody knew it was there. It lived in a dented tin on the shelf above the stove, between the salt and the matches. Mrs Oyelaran had run that galley for thirty years, and she said her mother had pressed the seed into her palm at a dock in Lagos, wrapped in a page of newspaper, and told her to plant it where the evening sun lingered longest.

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Off the coast of Cornwall the ship took on a boy called Tobin who could not keep still and could not cook. He burned the bread twice and wept over onions. Mrs Oyelaran sat him on a crate and asked what he wanted. He said he wanted to go where the land stopped. She gave him the tin and told him to plant the seed the first place the sea turned gold at dusk.

They made the Azores a fortnight later. Tobin pushed the seed into a cracked pot behind the chandlery on the quay, and it had sprouted before they sailed again. When it opened, its face turned to the wake each morning as though it were looking for the way home. Years afterwards the harbourmaster wrote in his log that sunflowers grew thick along the harbour wall, every head bent towards the open water, and that nobody on the island could say who had planted the first. Mrs Oyelaran always said the tin had never once been empty.