Small fine line tree tattoo with a green bird above it, sitting on the upper back at the base of the neck.

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Small tree and bird on upper back

Fine line · Back · Mixed · Photo

A small tree with a full canopy of leaves and thin branches is centred on the upper back, with a tiny green bird in flight at the upper right. The linework is fine and the leaves are shaded in greys and browns, with a few soft reddish accents. The pale, plain skin and white top fill the rest of the frame, keeping the tattoo as the clear focus.

Fine line Back Tree Leaves Branches Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Joe, the ash by the chapel wall has come into leaf early, and I'm writing this on the back step so I can watch it while the kettle takes its time. Mrs Pryce says it's the wrong sort of spring, too warm and then cold again, but the tree hasn't asked her permission. The tip above the rows is grey now and nothing grows on it, yet the ash keeps putting out its leaves as if nobody had told it the colliery closed.

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You'll think I've gone soft. On Tuesday a siskin came down on the line between Mam's sheets and sat there as bold as the rent man, a flash of green at its tail. I flapped a tea towel at it and it only looked at me. Dad would have called it a bad omen and gone to the Miners' Arms. I called it a visitor, and I've been saying so to everyone since, so now the whole street thinks I'm talking to birds.

Here's the news you wanted. The Board wrote again about the house. They want it empty by the first of June, and I've told them what they can do with their form. Gwen found us two rooms over the draper's in Ystrad, and the landlord is decent enough. We'll manage. Keep your wages in the tin, not the bank, and don't let anyone tell you the pit was ever safe.

Come home when the ash is full, and bring your sister's coat, the one with the torn cuff. I'll show you the bird, if it's still there, and we can sit on the step and pretend the tip isn't watching us. Your loving sister, Nell.