Black ink drawing of a winding snake with fern fronds, in a botanical illustration style, on a white background.

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Snake and fern fronds design

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A single snake with a dotted pattern along its body winds vertically down the page, with its head at the top and its tail curling at the bottom. Three fern fronds extend outwards from the body, drawn with fine, layered hatched strokes in solid black ink. The design is shown on a plain white background, with the snake and fronds balanced in a symmetrical, zigzag composition.

Botanical Snake Serpent Fern Frond Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ovens were lit before the cockerel, and Mrs Haddow had already scraped the frost from the back step when she found the snake lying across the flour sacks like a dropped length of rope.

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She did not sweep it out. Her grandmother had always said that a house which feeds the thing that comes in before light keeps its bread. So she set a saucer of warm milk by the door and went back to her kneading. The snake drank, lifted its head to look at the racks of cooling loaves, and then went along the shelf in long slow bends, leaving a dry scatter of bracken fronds behind it where it had lain. Her husband Tom swept them up every morning and muttered about it, but the loaves that came out of the oven that week had fern patterns pressed into their crusts, and the carters from the mill road began to stop at the gate.

The snake came every dawn for seven winters. It never grew less patient, and she never grew less careful with the first loaf, which she set on the step each morning before she lit the lamps. Tom died in the eighth winter, in the hard month of February, and she baked alone. On the morning after the funeral the step was bare, the saucer was dry, and the frost on the window had grown into ferns so exact she could have counted the leaflets.

In April a single green frond pushed up through the crack in the yard flags, and beneath it the earth had been turned in a long zigzag that ran from the gate to the well. She baked the first loaf of that spring with a fern pressed into its crown, set it on the step, and left the saucer full.