Realistic black and grey spoons tied with a purple ribbon, with a purple butterfly above, on a forearm, shown in three side by side panels.

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Spoons, ribbon and butterfly on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Three views of the same forearm tattoo show ornate vintage spoons crossed and tied with a purple ribbon bow, with a purple butterfly perched on the top spoon. The spoon bowls and handles are rendered in soft black and grey shading with fine engraved detail, including monogram initials on the handles. The purple ribbon and butterfly provide the only colour, which gives the composition a clear focal point against the greyscale spoons.

Realism Forearm Ribbon Bow Butterfly Monogram

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair has pitched on the common, and by the second night you know every spoon on Ada Mercer's trestle by its weight. Forty-one of them, silver-plated and a century tired, bought in job lots from house clearances between here and Hereford. Each handle carries a monogram in curling capitals. You are meant to be sorting them for Sunday's sale. Instead you keep lifting the same three, an M, a Z and an S, and laying them crossed like a sign for something you have not decided yet.

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Ada comes back from the generator with a reel of violet satin left over from the coconut shy. A bow makes anything sell, she says. You tie the three handles together, the ribbon goes slack, and you tie it again tighter. A monarch butterfly, far too late in the year for this country, lands on the top bowl and does not leave.

Ada watches it for a while. "That's a sign," she says, which is what she says about rain and about men who buy chips in threes. You don't believe her, not until the woman from the big house stops at the stall that afternoon, lifts the bundle and reads the M aloud. Her grandmother was an M. She pays the asking price without haggling and asks for tissue, not newspaper.

When the fair folds on Monday, the butterfly has gone, though a single violet scale clings to the silver where it sat. You find the ribbon in your coat pocket and keep it. Some things at a fair are for sale, and some are only lent to whoever holds them longest.